A-Z of the MCU Characters (with bonus x-men)
Inspired by this
I am Loki - not the Loki you think you know - or knew - because he died. I'm not the Loki that was reincarnated by Thor either, or even the fragment of the original who existed in the magpie. And I'm certainly not the one running around calling himself king of Midgard. Too many Lokis... I'm a reflection of a reflection, but to make it easier for you, you can call me Loki 3.0. New and improved.
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A-Z of the MCU Characters (with bonus x-men)
Inspired by this
If I ever post a starter, and it’s tagged ‘open rp’ you are allowed to respond to it. I don’t care if you’ve never spoken to me before. I don’t care if you’ve just followed me. I don’t care if you somehow find it when you’re not following me. I don’t care if anyone else is tagged in it. If ‘open rp’ is included in the tags, you are allowed - and wholeheartedly encouraged - to respond to it. That is all.
Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked
Roads and paths pervade our literature, poetry, artwork, linguistic expressions and music. Even photographers can’t keep their eyes (and lenses) off of a beautiful road or path, which is why we collected this list of 28 amazing photos of paths.
Paths like these have a powerful grip on the human imagination – they can bring adventure, promise and change or solitude, peace and calm. There’s nothing like a walk down a beautiful path to clear your head – or to fill it with ideas!
I’ll leave you with an excellent quote from J. R. R. Tolkien’s works while you enjoy these images; “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.“
- Autumn In The White Carpathians
- Rhododendron Laden Path, Mount Rogers, Virginia, USA
- Spring In Hallerbos Forest, Belgium
- Autumn Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Autumn Path
- Bamboo Path In Kyoto, Japan
- Hitachi Seaside Park Path In Japan
- Dark Hedges In Ireland
- Winter Forest Path, Czech Republic
- Path Under Blooming Trees In Spring
Overhead, birds called among the branches of the huge trees, flitting from spot to spot in the forest. Squirrels scolded them as they passed, or disappeared into the foliage with only a flick of tail to show they had been on the path. The forest was cheerful. Kara’s mood however, was not, and neither was that of her companion.
Her tail flicked restlessly as she continued leading him down the path, tilting her head at him at his reassurance. “It is still puzzling though..” the dragoness muttered. However, they were making a good deal of progress along the path, and soon they had reached another clearing, with a open walled japanese styles structure. Kara waved to a few of the kitsune helpers who were hanging about, and smiled when a tan furred female kitsune came out to greet them.
"Kazuki told me to expect you" the kitsune said in a melodious voice. "I take it you, esteemed sir, are Loki?"
The sounds of the forest reminded him of home, but whenever he lifted his gaze to the branches above, the glimpses of red sky through the branches reminded him that he was not home. He was still in a realm that he wasn’t quite positive he could leave. HIs gaze fell to the path, pensive. He flexed his fingers, trying to relieve the stiffness, but it did nothing.
Loki’s attention drifted to the large building within the clearing. It was an architecture with which he was only vaguely familiar, with it’s curved roof and thin walls. There were more of the vulpine creatures here, but they all seemed to be preoccupied with chores. He was still looking at a group of kitsune youth when they were approached by another.
"I am Loki," he answered tersely, a thin smile spreading across his lips. They were all rather polite, but he was certain it was only that. He wasn’t positive how much the demons of this realm knew about the Aesir, but he believed it was not much more than the myths of Midgard. So he wouldn’t have a reputation here. "You can help me?" he asked.
Darcy huffed, but pulled out her phone nevertheless and took a picture of her drink, posting it a moment later with a caption reading: “I need about four more of these #notdrunkenoughforthis #notkidnapped #poorlifedecisions.”
"There. Yamblr post posted. Still not my fault if someone bursts in thinking you did it in a futile attempt to avoid incrimination; let’s be frank, it’s a little late for that.” Her lips twitched upwards into a wry smile. “As for burning desires I have one not to be turned into the Bonnie to your Clyde. And maybe finishing this drink and moving on. It’s not just Tony we’re dealing with, y’know?”
Looking over Darcy’s shoulder as she posted the picture, he nodded. It would do, he supposed, though he knew Stark wouldn’t be checking yamblr. He took a sip of his drink, then leaned against the bar. ”It probably would have been better if you followed up with something like, #lokisacoolguy,” he joked.
He glanced over to the door just in time to catch Hawkeye’s entrance. Loki turned to Darcy, lowering his head and voice as if to conspire with her. ”Don’t look now, but it’s your favorite archer…”
Clint scanned the room, looking for any standout descriptions, but found nothing. That wasn’t his fault, however, as Loki had transformed Darcy’s lovely gown into a waistless, beaded ensemble to blend in with the crowd, and he was hardly himself, at least as far as gender titles came into play. ”I always liked the ’20s,” he said in a wistful voice, two octaves higher than normal. He glanced down at the mother-of-pearl beads that hung below his knees.
"Darcy," a gruff voice called over the din of the bar. He glanced over at her drinking companion. "Where did the kid go?" he asked, a pause in his sentence showing he had chosen to leave a few choice words unvoiced. Loki waved, swaying a bit, martini glass in the other hand. Clint all but ignored him.
"It’s like you are me!”
Tony watches the other with his grandiose gestures, trying to keep the snort back and mostly failing. “Sure you are,” he agrees off-handedly, eyebrows raised. “Harder, better, faster, stronger, yeah? You don’t sound very sorry to me, and I’d know, I apologize for things I’m not sorry for all the time, so that definitely needs some more practice.”
He tilts his head at the godling, amusement letting the corners of his lips quirk up. “And how’s that working out for you so far? Am I interesting? Measuring up to your expectations?”
And now he was talking about apologies. Loki rolled his eyes, emerald orbs focusing back in on Stark since there was nothing more interesting in the room. ”I’m much better at apologies when I’m in more dire circumstances,” he said, thinking of several previous dire circumstances where he only barely survived. Apologies never got you very far, anyway.
"I hardly think this is a dire situation," the kid mused as he scanned the room.
A smirk appeared on Loki’s lips at Stark’s question. He sent him a sidelong glance, before looking to the wall of windows and the cityscape beyond. ”You’re marvelous, Stark,” he lied. ”You really know how to spoil a girl.”
//So… I just realized I never tagged anybody in that post I said I was going to tag people in… Ok, so I’ll tag you here. These are the people I remember that I owe. If you’re not tagged, but you see this, then please message me. Ok, thanks.