#mcu eternals

[supercap2319]

Y/N: "Is there any reason why Cyclops and Wolverine hate your guts?"

Ikaris: "No. They're just bloody bastards that's all."

Y/N: *Eyes him* "You had sex with them, didn't you?"

[musenilla]

ETERNALS ANNIVERSARY POST!! 💛💫✨ WOOO

Comic commission done for an awesome client over on insta! Thank you very much for the support and your patience on this one!! 🫶

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Comic summary below👇

[Read from: Top left > Top right > Down left > Down right]

I hope you all love this comic that was in the making for the past months! The concept is centred around Gil and Thena in the early days setting into Australia. Gil is trying his best to take cautious consideration of Thena’s ‘Mahd Wyry’ in the best ways possible. In their tenochtitlan era, Thena occasionally remembers they all used to have dinner together before splitting up (slide 6). Ultimately explaining why Gil unexpectedly has heaps of food for more than two people when the gang spontaneously visits years after.

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THREE years since the release of my fav marvel heroes ever?? Y’all omggg- how has it been this long already and why are there still no news of them?:!;;? TAKE ME BACK!

[bloodraven55]

i actually enjoyed eternals quite a bit but it did crack me up how many times someone got yeeted away or knocked out in the middle of a serious conversation

[lpsgirl109]

Hot take of the day

[redheadspark]

Druig with "Shh, it's just a nightmare. You're safe" and "You are so fucking powerful" for December prompt? 🤗

A/N - Ahh! This is lovely! I do like this request, thanks dear friend!

Powerful

Summary - Druig is haunted, but you bring him back to the living.

Warnings - Just a mix of Angst and Fluff

“Druig….Druig wake up!”

Druig woke up gasping for air, eyes wide and his breath short in his throat as the dimmed room on the Domo was all he was seeing.  Yet in the back of his mind, tucked away in the most vulnerable part he would rarely tap into himself, was the moment he was thrown to the ground by Ikaris and almost killed within seconds.  It felt so real to him, from feeling the wind whip around him as he was launched, to the rocks digging along his skin and armor as he was being pummeled deeper and deeper into the ground.  It was too much for him, no matter that it was in the past and he was safe away from Earth.  He was living it all over again.

But there were hands on his face, framing his cheeks and rubbing his clammy skin soothingly.  The sensation of body warmth next to him under the satin sheets, and a soothing scent that he knew for centuries was now flooding his nostril as a silhouette was seen perched over him.  He knew that face, it was the very face that he fell in love with.  No matter that it was dark in the room, he knew the dip of the nose and the round cheeks along with the long hair draped over the shoulder.

You, his wife of almost 2,000 years.

“Shh,” you cooed as you stroked his brown hair from his eyes that were still wide.  One of his hands reached up to grab your wrist, almost using it as his own anchor as the nightmare was slipping away from him like the water on the shore, “Shh, it’s just a nightmare.  You’re safe.”

Druig gulped, nodding his head as he felt his heartbeat go down again from rushing so quickly.  You sighed in relief, leaning over to kiss his head a few times to bring him a bit more peace, “You scared me good, Druig,”

“Sorry,” he mumbled his voice feeling raw and thick as you tutted.

“Nothing to be sorry about, my love.” You reassured him.  Druig looked away from you at the window, seeing the galaxy and the scattering of stars right outside the Domo, reminding him yet again that you both were away from Earth.  Thena and Makkari were asleep in their own rooms, your ship on its own solo journey to look for other Eternals out in the cosmos.  

“It was Ikaris again, wasn’t it?” You asked him tentatively, Druig’s head going back to see you give him a look of concern.  He said nothing, but you knew fully well that it was about Ikaris.  Taking in a long pause, you looked down for a brief moment to control your own fleet of anger that was festering out.  

“He can’t hurt me anymore, luv,” Druig said in a calm tone, his hand on your wrist tightened sightly to get your attention, “He can’t hurt us.  He’s gone,”

“Good,” You replied shortly, Druig sitting up in the bed as he was keeping his eyes on you, “And I’m glad I got a few good hits in on him from what he did,”

“Hey,” Druig said to you, seeing your eyes slowly drift back to him as he gave you a reassuring look, “I’m fine and alive thanks to you.”  

Maybe it was enough that you needed to hear since the cold demeanor you had in your eyes was now melting away.  Druig knew that you had beaten Ikaris down to a pulp after Druig was taken out of the picture to stop Tiamut. He saw the evident look of fatigue on your face and in your body language when you two reunited on the beach, his heart was breaking from seeing how worn down you were and still reeling with rage and anger towards Ikaris.  This was not what he wanted for you, knowing how good and deep your soul was and how filled with happiness and love you have been for centuries.  But he also knew how protective you two were of each other, considering each other as equals when it came to living a life together on earth.  

Ever since you both left the beach, Druig had nightmares almost every night.  He was never one to get nightmares to begin it since it was rare for all the time he’d been on Earth.  But Ikaris’s assault was vivid in his mind, almost engrained in his psyche, and Druig hated that he was reliving it over and over again.

However, you were always there to wake him up and bring him back to reality.  It always helped when he saw your face, when he heard your voice or simply felt your presence as his nightmare melted away.  You were a source of peace for him, even in the more troubled times in the past when he felt hopeless in stopping the humans from harming each other, you reminded him of his worth and all the good he has done on the planet.  

“Come here,” Druig urged you as you both fell back into bed together, Druig letting you rest your head on his chest while his arms were rubbing your arms up and down in a soothing motion.  You held him close, breathing him in as the soft hum of the Domo and its energy was floating in the room. Druig loved holding you like this, for as long as you two were together as a couple he would hold you in his arms as you two slept or simply embraced each other.  Being powerful beings, it seemed silly to be in such a vulnerable position together.  Neither one of you cared though, being open with one another was the purest form of love you two had for each other and there was no resistance for it.  

Now more than ever, after stopping the world from ending and almost losing one another, you both were never far from one another’s touch.  

“I’m beyond thankful for you,” Druig reassured you as your arms were still wrapped around him and you were listening to his heartbeat through his thin shirt, “You’ve saved me from being lost so many times in the past, even when I didn’t feel powerful enough to change what I wanted in the world—“

“You are so fucking powerful,” You said in a determined tone, Druig going quiet as you were staring out into the window to see the stars floating by at a slow pace, “You’re powerful enough to know what’s right and what needs to be done, Druig.  I love that about you, and I’ll willing to protect you and that part of your heart because of it, okay?”

Druig smiled for the first time that night, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as you two were embracing in silence again.  Druig loved that passion that you had, being the more abrasive one out of the pair of you.  He spoke his mind about plenty of things, but you were a pinch bolder with your own opinion and was never afraid to hold back. 

You would remind him every day how powerful he was, and you would pull him out of the darkness every time too. 

The End

Hurt/ Comfort Prompt Session

[kajaono]

Marvel having no plans to do Eternals 2… wow who could have guessed that Disney puts all diverse characters in one movie, then acts like it is the biggest flop they ever made and hence refuses to do a second one

But hey now they can say: „we are pro diversity. We did Eternals“ I am tired of this shit

[cdragons]

From the Beginning - A Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader Drabble

Pairings: Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader, ft. Sephia x Ikaris, and Kaetlyn x Druig Word Count: 1.1k Summary: A lil' drabble idea to show how it all started for our favorite thinker and fighter, and how they would soon change everything for everyone. Warning(s): none it's so fluffy Notes: Once again, thank you to the most wonderful beta reader a new fanfic writer can ask for in the history of everything, @valeskafics! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia, my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site! If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!

“It is time,” were the first words uttered that would mark the beginning of a mission that would change their lives forever. Long gone were their lives on their home planet, Olympia. Now, their only priority was their mission on the planet Earth.  

Twelve individuals stood from their seats and made their way to their positions that marked their roles in humanity’s growth. Six on one side, and six on the other.  

Six Eternals would serve as “fighters,” protecting humanity from the hideous creatures that threatened their feeble existence known as “Deviants.”  

The other six would take on their roles as “thinkers,” guiding humanity to evolve in their intelligence so that they would be able to create wonders without assistance.  

But regardless, “thinker” or “fighter,” each Eternal was blessed with abilities that would play an integral role for their mission. Each Eternal stood in their place, golden streams of celestial energy encompassed their bodies as they could now wear the armor that marked their Olympian origins and culture.  

With their bodies equipped, and minds ready, each Eternal made their way to gaze out from the many windows that their starship, the Domo, was built with in preparation for their travel.  

As each Eternal introduced themselves to one another, hoping to gain common ground with the team to settle rattled nerves, only two individuals had no need for introduction. 

As one Eternal gazed out the Domo - bereft at the sight of the planet where her new life would begin – she wondered if Earth would ever be home the way Olympia had been to her despite her having no true memory of it. She wondered if her abilities would prove useful, and she was worried that she would be incapable of making any friends. Luckily, that fear would be one that would pass very, very soon. 

“Sephia!” 

Her name was all she heard before arms encased by iridescently dark blue with pearly ivory entwining into celestial bodies that wrapped around her nimble but powerful form. A wide smile grew as she registered the familiarity of the voice.  

It was Kaetlyn, her very best friend.  

Instant relief filled her body as she shifted her body to return the hug. Sephia’s joy knew no bounds as she realized that she would at least be in the company of one of the greatest warriors Olympia had ever produced. But even without her arrows, Kaetlyn was the best person Sephia could think of for as long as she remembered. The fact that she left her home and was aboard with too many strangers no longer mattered to her. So long as her beloved Kaet was by her side, Sephia would get through anything that came her way. It was if their bond was testified and bound by the stars themselves. 

“Aren’t you so excited? Look at it! It’s so beautiful! I wonder what sites we’ll see!”  

As Kaetlyn’s curiosity grew, so did her excitement. Her voice could hardly contain the sheer ecstaticity that was flowing throughout her entire body. The next words that escape her would mark the shadow archer’s true intentions.  

“Think of all the adventures we’ll have,” she whispered out so that only Sephia would be able to hear her, “The stories we’ll be able to tell!”  

If Kaetlyn was known for anything besides her skills in combat, it was her insatiable curiosity. For as long as Sephia had known her, Kaetlyn was never ever satisfied with only knowing whatever she currently knew. She always wanted to know MORE. Sephia smiled at a memory of Kaet once explaining to her that it was her solemn oath that she would never EVER be satisfied with only what anyone gave her, and that she’d always find her way to learn more. That oath felt like it was from a lifetime ago. 

These words were from another lifetime, in more ways than one. But that will come to light at another time. 

But despite Kaetlyn’s contagious excitement, dread began to course through Sephia’s veins. As her nerves began to eat at her, Sephia couldn’t help but pick at her fingers. A horrible habit that would always result in inflamed tissue, bleeding, and ugly scars.  

“I’m scared,” she timidly replied, eyes turned away so that she wouldn’t let her friend see her cowardice. “What if the life forms on this planet are horrible? What if they are beyond help?” As Sephia continued to list her concerns, Kaetlyn understood that it wasn’t the fear of others that terrified Sephia, it was the idea that she would be of no use to Arishem’s grand design. 

“It will be alright Seph,” Kaet declared in a tone that filled herself with confidence and Sephia with reassurance, “After all, as long as we’re together, nothing will be too terrible.” 

“…I suppose that’s true,” Sephia let herself agree to her most trusted companion’s advice, but her heart was still heavy with anxiety. 

Very softly, she dared ask the most stupid question that ever left her mouth. 

“Will we always be together?” 

Kaetlyn looked at her most cherished friend with so much warmth in her eyes that it was as if all the most beautiful things in the universe were born into the very person in front of her.  

“Sephie,” she began with love in her voice and stars in her eyes as she leaned forward to press their foreheads together, “As if you even need to ask.” 

Unbeknownst to either of the girls, two men from opposite sides of the room gazed at the loving embrace with curious eyes.  

One came from Ikaris, a fighter gifted with the ability to fly and emit optic beams of celestial energy, as well as a commanding figure and attitude. His watch was fixed on the beautiful Eternal, with flowing blush fabric draped across her lovely figure as strategically placed brass armor hinted at the curves of her physique. He could not stop staring at her, despite the impossibly lovely Sersi that stood beside him at that very moment. 

The other came from Druig, a thinker who was known across Olympia for his telepathic abilities, along with his quick wit and surly demeanor. But all somber thoughts came to a halt at the sight of the slim figure, who after donning her armor, disappeared into the shadows of the room. Only to reappear to embrace her friend with so much delight, it surprised him.  

Two very different individuals, but both somehow staring at the sight before them for so long, that it would set in motion the events that would be all four individuals’ joy, as well as their end. 

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[blee0225851110]

MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...BILL SKARSGÅRD SPOOKY SEASON EDITION

FULL NAME: Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård

DATE OF BIRTH: August 9, 1990

PLACE OF BIRTH: Vällingby, Stockholm, Sweden

AGE: 33

SIGN: Leo

BEST KNOWN FOR: Portraying Axel Cluney/Zeitgeist in Deadpool 2; Pennywise the Dancing Clown in It and It Chapter Two; Kro in Eternals; Keith Toshko in Barbarian; and Marquis Vincent de Gramont in John Wick: Chapter 4.

HEIGHT: 6 feet and 4 inches tall

[sunhighriptide]

I wish to speak about the possibly unintentional late biblical comparisons with the Eternals. (MCU version specifically.)

They really are like angels sent down to Earth, carrying out the bidding of their creator, a higher being they don't fully understand.

Then their breaking from Arishem over the fate of Earth and humanity is kind of like the angelic fall?

I don't know a whole lot about individual angels, but I think Ikaris compares really well with Michael. The perfect son, leader of the vanguard, god's warrior, who fights and kills and lives without question, who will do anything their creator demands of them, because of course it must be correct it comes from god how could it possibly be wrong.

I'd then compare Druig with Lucifer. While Ajak is the one who seemed to kick off that final revolution, and Sersi is the one who prevented Tiamut's hatching in the end, Druig was the first one to openly question the celestials. For a few milenia, he was the only one. He was also the only one for most of their time on Earth to deliberately disobey Ajak's rules, and by extension, Arishem. He was also the first to leave.

Now I am not certain, but I think I remember reading that Lucifer thought humanity was corrupt and couldn't be trusted, and either he wanted them destroyed, or he wished to take away their free-will and place them in a perfect world, where peace was guaranteed. If it is the latter, that doubles the parralel with Druig, as his number one frustration seemed to be his prevention from interfering to prevent or end conflict, most importantly war, he wants to take away their full free will and give them a paradise to live in. For a few people, he does that.

Which also brings up the question of who we are supposed to side with. With the Eternals movie, nearly everyone loves Druig and hated Ikaris, which I personally think is rather unfair. But people these days are often more sympathetic towards certain versions of Lucifer, or at least less believing in angelic perfection. However, if Eternals had come out in a different century, would that remain the same?

I don't know if I have a point, it's just something I have been thinking about and wanted to share.

[kangaracha]

hey do that tag game and tag zom mom

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

sent: december 16th 2022. once again, i am the queen of finding old posts. and you all said i should tag things so i can find them later, ha.

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'NEVERMORE' we all knew would come out on top. this is THE brainworm. the piece de resistance. the swansong except i'm not quitting or dying when it's done. hopefully. i haven't told anyone but i'm very aware this could blow out to 200 or 300k if i finish it, and it's. i just love it. unfettered creativity etc. Nevermore is based on the stray kids cinematic universe, the music videos and performances that all connect to tell a story, but even if you don't know stray kids, i think you can read it - it's about a group of boys (a band? a group of musicians?) stumbling into another world that is made of music and controlled by a strict government, and their journey back home to their own time and place, and the things that are left in their wake. it's huge and it's long and it's the first time i've reached 70k and still felt like i have a hand on all the plot lines without leaving plot holes in my wake.

'The Gone And The Gathered' is a zombies fic set in an au where zombietown is treated as an internment camp by Seabrook, also based on ghettos/concentration camps from WW2. Zombies are used to run the power plant and supply electricity and water to Seabrook and have never left the town; werewolves are known wild entities, and some have been captured as they are Useful in maintenance in the power plant. The story follows teenaged Wanda and Zoey through a series of discoveries about their world and the ripple effect this has on Zombietown and the world beyond the walls that they have never seen - and it's about staying quiet and accepting your lot in life, or daring to strike out and create a better future for yourself and your people, even if it might mean sacrificing yourself.

'Turn Your Back On Mother Nature' is a MCU Eternals fic, focused on Druig and Makkari. It contains five canon compliant scenes that, given my own director's cut, I would have added to the movie - not meant to change anything, but just meant to complement the plot and the character's own individual storylines and give more depth and meaning. I feel like I really excel at working within the boundaries given by a certain media and it's one of the main things that keeps me coming back to the challenge of writing fanfiction, and I'm so proud of the job that I did on this - it's well written, my character work really stands out, and I thought the scenes really worked to capture each idea I was trying to express. mwah good job roo.

'To Go Beyond Your Borders' is my pokemon comfort fic. It follows Angie, the champion of Sinnoh but also a disgraced public figure, and a journey of self-discovery as she runs away to Galar to compete in the Gym Challenge there. I started writing this in my depression/anxiety era, and in a lot of roundabout ways a lot of the themes/Angie's struggles are based on challenges I've faced in the last few years, so this fic is. Really cool, and something I keep coming back to as I really like the story I built for it. If more mature pokemon journeys is something you're interested in, this is the fic for you - and the composition of it, with social media interlaced with traditional storytelling, is so fun, I love doing it and coming up with the different bits and where they'll make the most impact. This is just so fun to work on and more people should read it so I make it more of a priority cause seeing this finished one day is going to make me so happy.

'if only we knew (the things we know)' and it's sequel, 'and the chasm grows', two of my long zombies stand-alones, are the fics i always think of first when asked what writing I'm most proud of. The themes are big - death, and knowing that you're going to die soon (cancer related themes, though this isn't about cancer), and facing down the idea of genocide of your entire race. They're very dark, as they have to be, and they're very hopeless, and whenever the odd reader comes along they tell me that they cried, and yet I think I managed to find a little bit of warmth in each, the strings of community and family and comfort that hold on until the very end. I specifically recommend the final scene of chasms, which i wrote in a blinding flash of inspiration and will never be able to recreate - it sticks with me even now, and while I can't remember certain other scenes from these fics, I will never forget that ending, and the way it made me as the writer feel when i finished and looked back on it.

[supercap2319]

Thy Heart, My Lord

In 1602, Crimson Photon and Ikaris had just returned from a skirmish against a minor Deviant threat, and the stars are beginning to realign in strange ways. The ruins of a once-grand cathedral in the French countryside are now scorched with starfire and arcane flame. The air crackles faintly with residual energy. The sun sets blood-red on the horizon.

Ikaris brushed ash from his blue cloak, eyes fixed on the darkening sky. He ran a hand through his mess of curls that Sersi insisted was a good look to blend into mortal society. He felt ridiculous with them. “The Deviant fell too easily. It was a test, not a war.”

Y/N folded his arms, crimson light faintly flickering around his silhouette. “Or perhaps your kind is not as indispensable as you imagine. Mortals can still win their battles, Ikaris. We are perfectly capable of protecting our own, without the aid of people amongst the stars and heavens.”

Ikaris turns, calmly but with a glint of dry amusement in his voice. “You mortals die, Y/N. That’s their legacy. You… are something else. Half-lost starfire and fever dreams. You burn too brightly.”

“And you don’t burn at all. That’s your problem. All your power and not a single ember of risk. Of want. To forever be hidden within the shadows of shame.”

The Eternal's eyes narrow, his voice soft and calm. “Want leads to ruin. What mortals believe in. Eternals have evolved past trivial fears such as these.”

“And denial leads to loneliness.” Y/N's voice echoed throughout the cathedral, leaving it hollow and empty.

“Do not mistake proximity for affection.” Ikaris said. “We Eternals do not define our actions on our emotions.”

“And you mistake fear for wisdom.” Their eyes meet, neither willing to look away, neither willing to take the final step. There’s a beat where the world seems to hold its breath. “This… is not meant to be.” Ikaris said. His mission was to preserve life and help mortals come into their own, but not to let man's facade of happiness and love weave its ways into their programming.

“Then let it stay unspoken. But don’t lie to yourself about what you feel. You're not as hollow as you pretend to be. No man, nor star-traveler, can pretend to deny the comfort of love. Tis a sad existence thou has chosen, Ikaris.” Y/N walks away, crimson energy trailing like falling embers. Ikaris remains, staring at where he stood.

[pedro-reed]

ETERNALS (2021)

[rickyriddle]

Agatha Harkness, gay in every universe 🏳️‍🌈

[mischievous-thunder]

They seem pretty confident and determined!

[mels-kings]

kate's 365 days of female characters:

day 57: makkori marvel's the eternals