“I cannot guarantee his safety”
“I cannot guarantee his safety”
Home is what you have given me. Home is where you are, my burglar.
“Wow, not bad.”
i want to think that he’ll use that typewriter at some point. start writing all the stories he knows and a thousand that he’ll invent. he’s an excellent storyteller (with good taste in books) and writing is something that i can see him doing. it’ll be by chance, and it will be easy and fun and it will help him stress; it fits his personality and gives him the freedom he needs and craves. he can be a writer slash hunter and if he ever publish a book (it will be under a pseudonym - oh the fun he’ll have choosing that one!) it’ll be successfully enough that he’ll get some money (and he will spend it all to give presents to Sam and Kevin and Garth and Charlie and Cas, and Benny).
in other words, i have decided that this is the reason that typewriter is there, ready to be used.
Mass murderer and cold-blooded killer, everybody.
Mama, take this badge off of me,
I can’t use it anymore.
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see,
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
‘Halloween Battle Cry’
They will pillage your neighborhood, leaving nothing but an ocean of candy wrappers in their wake!
Well, this is officially THE MOST disgustingly sweet thing I have ever drawn. I was super excited about drawing a Kid Loki and Thor bromoment BUT THEN, halfway through this drawing, Journey Into Mystery #645 came along and ripped my poor little fangirl heart out. I had to drink my own tears in order to gain enough strength to finish it. ;A;
Cross-posted at my home planet. More Marvel fan art here.
“It’s all right.”
Livestreamed this one.
“Adoption is a big step, you should have talked to me about this, how can you just expect to waltz in with the baby of one of our greatest enemies and expect me to raise it with no problems whatsoever?”
Those were the first words I said when Odin presented me with Loki, though the anger didn’t last long. Odin explained what had happened and how he had found the baby and then begged me to just hold him, that I would love the child as he did as soon as I did. Initially I refused and I was going to walk away, but the tiny bundle in Odin’s arms sneezed and then began to whimper.
Without thinking, I took the child from Odin and wrapped him up tighter, the poor thing was freezing and he was going to become ill if he wasn’t taken care of soon. She didn’t blame Odin for that, he knew next to nothing about newborns and was still functioning after losing an eye, she thought it was a miracle that he had made it this far.
“Go to the healing room,” she told him, “I’ll care for him and we’ll take him to the Healers in the morning.” Odin left and she sat and rocked her new son, completely in love with him, “Welcome to the family, little one, I love you very much.” She pressed her lips to his forehead and continued to rock him until he fell asleep.
“you see me sawin’ some bony tramp in half? you think i’m a magician? i may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but i can’t just pull facts out of thin air.”
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