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Loki Season 2 Can Make Doctor Who MCU Canon (No, Really)

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"Hey Fitz. I know it's been a while since I've seen you, so I thought I'd check in." Gentaro's in his full magnetic armor. "Though I ran into some guys who wanted to 'protect the sacred timeline' so I had to chase them off."

“The what?” Sure, Fitz had used that blasted device to see the timeline that was supposed to happen, but he wouldn’t call it sacred. That was a little too much, even for him. “I’m doin’ okay. It’s weird to not have world-savin’ to do all the time.”

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((Oof ouch my absenteeism))

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((Forgive my continued inactivity, I am tired(tm) but here, have an art I did of what Fitz’s main Pokémon would be if he invented one

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((I’m thinking about making a Marvel/Whoniverse crossover Discord RP server. OCs welcome, all Whoniverse, MCU and 616 and Ultimates, XMCU included

Anyone down?))

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Happy Birthday, Iain de Caestecker!

December 29, 1987

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home. rules. headcanons.

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((if anyone wants to learn to play d&d or wants to play, shoot me a pm, I’m putting together a second group, I know @specialagentace was on that list?))

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((if anyone wants to learn to play d&d or wants to play, shoot me a pm, I’m putting together a second group, I know @specialagentace was on that list?))

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“She didn’t go in my pocket, if tha’s what you’re askin’,” Fitz said. “I’ve rigged somethin’ up, she needs a little help finding it, but I think she’s gone in there.”

A tiny meow could be heard from the kitchen area well past midnight, followed by a gentle, barely audible voice: “Yeah, okay, I’m workin’ on it, don’ wake anyone up, okay?” The clanking of spoon and cup were louder than the mews that continued. “There you go,” Fitz said softly. “Tha’s it. Don’ make yourself sick.”

The sound of mewing had her up before she could even recognize it. Something was wrong. She grabbed an icer out of her nightstand and started towards the sounds being made in the kitchen. Soon she recognized the voice- 

“Fitz? What are you-?” She flipped on the light and saw the tiny kitten eyes going wide. “No! no no no no no! No pets Fitz! I told you I can’t deal with tiny ambush predators in my home.” 

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Fitz stuck out his bottom lip. “I’m no’ gonna not take her to the vet an’ things, an’ I already gave her a bath. Poor thing was pretty miserable.”

A tiny meow could be heard from the kitchen area well past midnight, followed by a gentle, barely audible voice: “Yeah, okay, I’m workin’ on it, don’ wake anyone up, okay?” The clanking of spoon and cup were louder than the mews that continued. “There you go,” Fitz said softly. “Tha’s it. Don’ make yourself sick.”

The sound of mewing had her up before she could even recognize it. Something was wrong. She grabbed an icer out of her nightstand and started towards the sounds being made in the kitchen. Soon she recognized the voice- 

“Fitz? What are you-?” She flipped on the light and saw the tiny kitten eyes going wide. “No! no no no no no! No pets Fitz! I told you I can’t deal with tiny ambush predators in my home.” 

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“Jemma,” he said and stood up, eyes wide and fingers shaking.  “What is, she--tha’ woman said we’re dead an’--are we dead?”  It was that or one hell of a dream, right?  Because something told him...he wasn’t sure what he was being told.  “We can’t be dead, right? ‘Cause this is a really modern afterlife, if so, I mean, they’ve go’ yoghurt,” he finished, pointing at a frozen yogurt shop.

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Everything is Great!  || FitzSimmons ft. Ophelia

“Alright you just crossed a line with talking about Fitz.” Jemma stated and stood up. “This isn’t funny at all and no matter how much work you’ve put into it I don’t appreciate it.” She turned and tried to storm out of the office. She’d find her own way out and someone to give her a telephone somewhere… 

Fitz was sitting on the bench outside, and the doors were unlocked.  He was trying not to hyperventilate (could he even ventilate at all?) and staring at the people going about their afterlives without any kind of expression.  At first, he didn’t even take note of Simmons approaching, too busy freaking out of his own accord, and only when he saw that there was anyone there at all did he give a little yelp of surprise.

“Fitz,” Jemma gave a sigh or relief on finding him. This prank was far too much, there was nothing around that was the least bit familiar, however it was being played it wasn’t the least bit funny. Thankfully she had found something familiar in Fitz, maybe he had a phone, or if not… well there was little the two of them couldn’t think their way out of. 

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Fitz put his hands on his hips. “She’s a baby. She won’t get big enough to eat us anyway. If anythin’, she’ll hunt vermin that get down into the base and spread filth an’ disease.”

A tiny meow could be heard from the kitchen area well past midnight, followed by a gentle, barely audible voice: “Yeah, okay, I’m workin’ on it, don’ wake anyone up, okay?” The clanking of spoon and cup were louder than the mews that continued. “There you go,” Fitz said softly. “Tha’s it. Don’ make yourself sick.”

The sound of mewing had her up before she could even recognize it. Something was wrong. She grabbed an icer out of her nightstand and started towards the sounds being made in the kitchen. Soon she recognized the voice- 

“Fitz? What are you-?” She flipped on the light and saw the tiny kitten eyes going wide. “No! no no no no no! No pets Fitz! I told you I can’t deal with tiny ambush predators in my home.”