#universe: 616

[lightsonparkave]

Before the Fall

It’s so hard to remember, after years of anger and broken trust, how true their love was, how deep their connection. But it’s just as hard to forget.

A manipulation of a panel from Captain America v3 #41, May 2001. Inspired by two prompts for “Betrayal:” Avengers v5 #29, July 2014, and Caravaggio’s The Taking of Christ.

[wingheadshellhead]

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark in Black Tie Formal

Kevin Wada NYCC 2015 commission / Avengers Unlimited: Infinity Comic (2023) #52-53 / Empyre: Aftermath Avengers (2020) #1 / Captain America Vol. 6 (2011) #5

[alice1939]

Ok, aside from the ultra gay "azure eyes" line, I think this is a really interesting moment of SteveTony. It's mostly because of their mutual inferiority complex, where Tony thinks Steve is a much better man than him, while Steve think that Tony is the symbol of a future he doesn't belong to. And I think that speaks a lot about their own issue. It means that deep inside, Tony always doubts that he is not good enough, and Steve always feel like he can never adapt to this era. And the fact that they see their own shortcoming in each other makes them more or less project their own issues into the other, which is why they can hurt each other deeply sometimes and yet still need each other so much.

Source: Tales of Suspense (1995)

[phantastragoria]

🌟 Merry (belated) Christmas from the Guardians of the Galaxy 🌟

[bakanokiwami]

TOP 10 CARTOON/COMIC/GRAPHIC NOVEL FANDOMS ON AO3 BASED ON NUMBER OF FANWORKS,SINGLE CATEGORY TAG ONLY VERSION (2009-2022)

If you don't see a fandom on the chart, it may be because that fandom only has a multicategory tag and no Cartoons/Comics/Graphic Novels category only tag. (E.g. Homestuck) You can see this category with the muti-category fandoms included in this post.

To make these bar chart race, all series titles in the Cartoons/Comics/Graphic Novels category on November 29 (or the closest date to it) of every year were copy-pasted from Wayback Machine to Google Sheets, rearranged according to number of fanworks, manually filtered for fandoms belonging in only one category, and then inputted to Flourish to turn into a bar chart race.

Locked fanworks aren't included in the count because Wayback Machine can’t view those, only Ao3 users can.

Fandom tags that are no longer in the Other Media category tag as of posting this are left out of the bar chart race. These tags are usually either miscategorized or already have other tags referring to the same fandom.

Please refer to this post for more bar chart races.

Thanks for understanding and hopefully I didn’t mess up anywhere! 🙏

[sunny-rants]

I haven’t even seen it yet but Thor: Love & Thunder might be the most comic accurate marvel movie yet. you know why? because it’s ridiculous.

I will never shut up about the fact that comics are just…absolutely ridiculous! they’re colourful and weird and imaginative and so so random. your favourite character has almost definitely been gay and/or a woman at some point in time. and if they haven’t, they’ve at least slept with an alien. they are stories told through silly little drawings that have been adapted by hundreds of different authors and artists, each with their own interpretations and agendas. they are supposed to fun and unrealistic and weird as fuck, and their film adaptations should be too.

edit: I saw it. just as weird and random and colourful and fun and funny as I’d hoped. Valkyrie pls step on me

[marvelouttakes]

Lol Rhodey

[emmedoesntdomath]

peter, facedown into a pillow: I hate him

mj, reading next to him: I thought you wanted to have his children?

peter: I can be multifaceted!

[hiveswap]

I've cracked the code for what gets my attention i think

"I loved him and he asked me for one last thing (...) and I did it because i loved him" 🤝 "when all is said and done i wanted to share my tomorrows with him"

[wntrsnat]

Was Natasha a kid when she met Bucky?

It’s a widespread misconception outside of winterwidow fandom that Bucky and Natasha have known each other since she was a kid. I’ve seen a handful of people object to their relationship for this reason or (sometimes in a humorous manner) comment on how weird it is. And I'd have to agree with them. Bucky dating Natasha despite having trained her since she was a child would have been utterly inappropriate, if not immoral and disgusting. However, the assumption is not only incorrect but also fundamentally impossible.

Let’s go back to the beginning to clarify why that assumption is fundamentally impossible. Different universes equal different realities, and different realities equal different characters. Sometimes characters' counterparts across multiple realities only differ in details, not the basics. MCU characters have a similar correlation with their What If counterparts but not comics’ ones, which is a grave mistake cinematic fans make. I believe that’s why we have this absurd assumption as well, from someone thinking that 616 Black Widow and Winter Soldier are the same age as their more famous counterparts.

MCU’s Natasha Romanoff was born in 1984, and Bucky – 1917. Thus, an adult-kid dynamic is plausible. If we consider cryostasis, Bucky was still pushing 30 when Natasha was born. The situation, however, is significantly different for their 616 counterparts. Let’s start with Earth 616’s Bucky Barnes, who was born in 1925, making him nearly a decade younger than the cinematic one. But that isn’t what disproves the aforementioned belief. What disproves it is that Earth 616’s Natasha Romanoff was born around 1928, making her 56 years older than her cinematic counterpart and just 3 years younger than 616 Bucky. You will find this information on the following page from Black Widow: Deadly Origin, a 2009–2010 graphic novel (which I will be using as a basis today):

This alone debunks the adult/child misconception, but I want to go one step further and discuss the timeline of Natasha's time in the Red Room and the early years of the Winter Soldier.

At the young age of 20, Bucky Barnes "died" alongside Captain America in late 1945, in last days of the war. The Russian submarine discovered Bucky's preserved body after the war while hoping to retrieve Captain America’s remains. And with that, the Winter Soldier story began, along with his role as a super soldier trainer at the Red Room for Department X.

Now, one might say, "Ana, if he was 20, Natasha was 17, which is still kind of wrong, no?". My answer is yes; it would’ve been rather inappropriate. "Would’ve been" because there’s a catch: Natasha wasn’t part of the Red Room when he joined.

I know what you’re thinking: What the fuck, wasn’t she...? Didn’t she…? So let me explain that one from the beginning.

Natasha Romanoff, then 10 years old, was brought to the Red Room in 1938 by her father figure, Ivan Petrovich (a terrible piece of shit about whom I'll write a blog), Taras Romanov, and Joseph Stalin himself. After her trainer, Wolverine, killed Taras in 1940, she let Wolverine go, fled into the woods, and was found three months later by Ivan, possibly going back under his care, which can be seen below:

She returned to the Red Room only at the age of 28, ironically enough, becauseof Ivan, which is depicted on the following page:

There, we find a collapsed building with a bleeding Ivan and a sobbing Natasha, who have been approached by …. *DRUM ROLL* ….  the Winter Soldier, who has been sent by his superiors. They were both offered the super soldier serum that would save Ivan in exchange for their newfound loyalty, which Natasha accepted despite Ivan's protests.

Here we are, then: Natasha, 28, meets the Winter Soldier, roughly 31, who’ll soon be her lover and her trainer. Two adult people who met when they were both adults. And with that, we conclude our blog, disproving the infamous “she was a kid when they met!” argument.

Thanks for reading my blog. If you have questions or have found a mistake, let me know. I'll be happy to answer and discuss <3

[avengerscompound]

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Beats Up the Marvel Universe (2016)

[wingheadshellhead]

TONY STARK IN HIS WEDDING SUIT — Invincible Iron Man (2022) #10

[dommnics]

Unplanned super rough and dirty sketch of Wanda today.

I think Tumblr's really become my dumping ground for drawings that I'd be nervous to post elsewhere lol

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[phantastragoria]

Maybe next year.

[whoppert]

Only For Emergencies! (carol danvers/ofc)

1324 words

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), use of strap; noncon if you squint; dom-carol, sub-reader

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“You promised to only use the beacon if you needed me! It’s for emergencies only!” Carol was stunning when she was pissed, brown eyes raking over me, cheeks tinged pink. “I rushed over here, shit-scared that something had happened to you, and you’re just sitting there smirking? You’re impossible!”

I giggled, but that only seemed to stoke the flames. “If you’re so mad at me, why are you taking off your clothes?”

She pulled at her vest, opening it from some hidden seam, the shirt underneath clinging to her body. “The punishment should fit the crime,” Carol snapped, loosening her belt. “You drag all the way across the universe because you’re horny? Are you kidding me?”

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“Yeah, because sex with you is such a punishment and not exactly what I wanted from space-crossing booty-call.” I sat completely naked on the edge of the bed, only slightly tipsy from the champagne.

“You should shut your mouth, you’re in enough trouble.” Her jaw tightened, but there was just a hint of amusement in her voice.

I pouted, “what are you going to do about it?”

She was in front of me in a second, her hand gripping my face, forcing me to meet her gaze as she ran a thumb across my bottom lip. For a moment the realisation that I had messed up washed over me, mixing with the alcohol and the heat already coiled in my gut, but I wasn’t about to give in. Leaning down, Carol’s face drew nearer to mine, and in error my eyes fluttered shut, expecting a kiss, but when her lips drew closer to my ear, my breath caught in my throat.

“I am going to teach you a lesson,” she whispered, a teasing quality to her voice, before pushing me hard so I fell backwards onto the bed.

There was no preamble. The bed didn’t dip like it would have if Carol had crawled on top of me, no kisses or caresses to start. Instead she grabbed hold of me and yanked me down the bed until I was laying back, my knees bent over the edge and legs dangling while she settled between my thighs. Normally she would start slowly, licking and biting up my thigh until she reached the apex and then just to tease me she would do the same on my other thigh until I was begging for it, but today her mouth was immediately on my sex, and I groaned, her tongue licking up the center before swirling around my clit. I didn’t need the foreplay to get me ready today, because I’d spent the thirty minutes it had taken her to arrive lazily warming myself up until I was wet and desperate for her. Strong hands gripped my thighs as she feasted, the pleasure quickly building and fogging up my mind.

Yes, I thought, triumphant, this is exactly what I wanted.

A moan tore from my lips, and I rolled my hips against her mouth, only for her to pin me down with one hand to stop me moving. My breathing grew heavy and I tried to break free of her hold, but it was no use, she was too strong. Never before had she drawn me over so quickly, normally preferring to make the experience last as long as possible, but between her anger and having edged for thirty minutes, I didn’t last long under her tongue, the pleasure overtaking me, like a tightly wound spring that had been released.

I lay back staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling, heart pounding. After a moment, I looked down at Carol, my gaze managing to come into focus enough that I noticed the mischievous grin across her face.

“Come,” I said, trying to pull her up onto the bed so I could touch her, but she easily dislodged from my hold, shaking her head.

Her mouth was lowering again.

“What are you doing-?” I tried to ask but my own squeal interrupted me as she began again. “Carol, I’m too sensitive,” I sucked on my bottom lip as her teeth nipped at me, but she didn’t stop despite my protests. I tried to gain some purchase, feet scrambling against the floor, some leverage to get her mouth off of my oversensitive clit, to get some control of this situation, but how could I fight off one of the strongest people in the universe? 

I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to admit that I was wrong, that I didn’t know what I was asking for when I called her like that, but I couldn’t.

After a moment, the pain of it melted into pleasure. Why was I fighting? Fuck, she knows exactly how I like it. My second orgasm of the night crashed into me.

And still she did not stop.

“Please,” I begged. For a second I swore I could feel the vibrations of a laugh coming from her. “It’s your turn. Please, Carol.”

She was relentless, forcing me to lay there despite how I wanted to thrash about. Over and over again she worked her mouth on me, before circling my entrance with a fingertip, taking enjoyment from seeing me squirm. I could feel a long finger pressing into me, back arching, head thrown back in anguished indulgence. Orgasm after orgasm. Each time the period of overstimulation was longer than the last and the pleasure more and more overwhelming. A second finger joined the first and I actually whined.

“Fine,” I snapped, tears in my eyes, “I’m sorry.”

Carol froze, her face slowly raising, but that darkness hadn’t faded from her eyes despite my apology.

As easily as if I weighed nothing, she flipped me over on the bed, the bulge of the strap pressing into my ass. When had she had time to get that on?

“Apology not accepted,” she said simply, and edged inside of me.

“Fuck,” I groan into the mattress as she filled me.

After what felt like an age she bottomed out, and in a moment of infinite mercy, allowed me a few seconds to adjust to the stretch.

“Do you know what I thought when I got that notification?” She said, her voice quiet and commanding of attention.

“N-no,” I stammered.

The strap slowly pulled back until it was almost out and she paused.

“I thought you were dead. Or on the edge of it.”

She thrusted back in hard, and I yelped.

“Don’t- ever- do- that- again.” Each word was punctuated as she rocked her hips against me.

“I’m sorry,” I nodded into the bed, gripping the sheets for stability.

Hands slid up my hips, around my middle, pulling me up and against her while she moved in me.

“What did you say?” Carol asked, hot breath in my ear.

“I’m sorry!” I repeated. “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry Carol. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

She laughed, the sound sending shivers along the nape of my neck. “We’ll get you a different beacon for when you’re needy.”

Hot wet kisses on my neck and shoulder as she kept up the brutal pace, drawing another orgasm from me as I dripped down my legs. Carol held me tight against her while I shuddered, one hand holding me up, and the other cupping my breast, a thumb grazing my hardened nipple. After the pleasure subsided, I braced waiting for her to begin again, but instead she slid out of me, guiding me onto the bed and pressing a kiss to my lips.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” she laughed, the brightness that I loved returning to her voice. “Rest a moment, love. Are you okay? It wasn’t too much?”

“I’m wonderful,” I confirmed with a sigh.

“Good, good,” she kissed my temple, cuddling me, “because in a few minutes I’ll be putting something in your mouth and I want you to show me how much you enjoy it.”

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