Another Marvel PROMPT!!!!!

Has anyone, who is lesbian, figure out their sexuallity by unconsciously trying to make other girls jealous of your so called ‘crush’? Because I remember clear as day my first time ‘falling’ for a guy only to brag trying to get others jealous of him catching my attention. Just me or wut?

Does anyone else often create a fanfic in your mind and then realized it has been several hours later and you have been staring at a wall the entire time?

...just me?

Okay.

Happy 2024 Pride Month everyone!

I know I haven't been posting like I used to, but I've been dealing with a bit of life stuff. Nothing bad, just general life things, such as ADHD and school.

I am so excited to celebrate this pride month and hope all of you feel proud to be yourself! Live authentic and be true my friends, and Happy Goddamn PRIDE MONTH!!!!

{Marvel Prompts}

Prompt: Loki has become an avenger, but now is struggling to fit in and belong in the team. Loki has difficulty with his emotions and social interactions, from lack of proper friendships and social connection and from never learning how to handle his emotions in the first place- at least not properly anyway...

Loki is dealing with undiagnosed ADHD and has severe social anxiety as well, along with a lot of trauma to add to the pot.

Thor, being the big brother, finds help for his brother as he can't help Loki by himself. Thor recognized he doesn't have the tools or knowledge needed to help Loki. Tony and Clint potentially do, both having similar issues with Loki, but not to his degree or exact symptoms. Thor believes that Tony and Clint can help Loki fit in because they know what it's like to struggle mentally and emotionally.

{And the three help Loki get properly diagnosed by professionals for his ADHD, of course.}

Loki gets a bit better, feeling more like he belongs. That he isn't broken or defective. Loki feels like a true person for the first time in years.

#Ironfrosthawk

I have new thought. Clint x loki x tony. Here’s why

THE SARCASM WOULD BE OFF THE CHARTS

Clint has someone to train with

CUDDLING

Clint could keep the two in line bc he gives off cunning and parental vibes

Designing weapons as gifts

I just this is so random but ya know. You love characters hit em with the poly stick

I SHALL CALL THEM IRONFROSTHAWK

Hey everyone, this post is going to be a bit different. Pride month is nearing an end and I was ask to make a special something for this project I'm in.

I want to talk about my journey with discovering my sexuality and gender identity, along with my battle with my disability battle with ADHD.

I was around 15 or 16 when I started to question my identity. I didn't understand what or why I was different from everyone else around me. I didn't understand why I faked being in love with boys or found myself only falling in love with fictional boys but not real guys. Then I began to think harder. I realized that maybe I wasn't so straight.

As I was finding my way I explored different labels, explored my gender, and eventually finally admitted that I needed therapy for my health.

At first I thought I was bisexual and nonbinary. At the time it felt correct, but time past and I realized it didn't make sense or feel right. I needed to keep looking. Then I identified as lesbian and demigirl, but once again later down the line they didn't feel like me.

Finding your identity takes time, trying things out for a time and seeing what makes you feel you. There is no rush, no impending doom waiting around the next second.

I finally found my gender when I was looking online about different genders in the trans and nonbinary umbrella: trigender.

Trigender is a gender similar to gender fluid. One identifies as three genders, whether all at once- like a mix of colors- or flux between the three- like colors melting into another.

Trigender was the labe that felt right, where I felt myself click into place. I felt like a woman, a man, but in between- nonbinary. It made sense and felt just right for me.

As for my sexuality? I am still into women, but I now use Gynosexual as my label. It is a gender neutral way to say that a person is attracted to women identifying genders or feminine traits. Which I am.

I also figured out I am ageosexual. Ageosexual is a sexuality on the asexual spectrum. Ageosexual is a sexuality where one isn't disgusted seeing anything sexual in nature, able to watch 'adult fun' without being uncomfortable, but still having no desire for sexual intercourse of any kind.

I can handle a sex scene or joke in media, but even the thought of actually having sex makes me uncomfortable and nauseous. I don't like even the thought of anyone I may date in the future see me naked, god forbid touch me.

I will hold hands, kiss on the cheek, peck on the mouth, cuddle, hug, but anything else is a no. Just no.

So after finding the labels that fit me and have found myself comfortable with them, I settled on my pronouns next: they/them. I didn't like being referred to as just she/her, just female. I liked the more neutral they/them as it feels better and more like me. It felt right. But everyone around is still having to get used to my pronouns and using them. Learning is still going on, my family no used to my pronouns as they spent years with my old ones.

But my mental health during this? I went to see a therapist at 16, working on my depression and anxiety first. I was prescribed medication to help deal with my issues and given tools to help manage what the medication can't. Medicine isn't a cure for mental health, it just helps manage the issues one has.

After I was given the starting tools I worked on myself and tried hard in high school. I was more energetic, I felt less tired, and I had more motivation. It didn't last however. I began to have issues with attention, I kept getting distracted easily, forgot things constantly, was restless, overall a mess without knowing why.

Then my doctor prescribed me with a medication I recognized my mother taking. It was one she took for her bipolar. So I thought for a while I had bipolar, stupid I know but hey I wasn't thinking clearly. But soon I was diagnosed with ADHD, given medication and tools I needed to manage things, and found myself more relaxed- and given confirmation that I do not have bipolar. I could sleep longer than four hours. I could finally have my thoughts slow down. I even could focus better.

But the struggle wasn't done. You see, during one summer on a boiling hot day, I tried to end my life by heat stroke. I had turned my heater on full blare on the hotest day that week. Then I took a nap, hoping to anyone listening that I wouldn't wake up. I woke up, drenched in sweat, realizing what I nearly done. I turned off the heater and quickly tried to cool myself down. I only confessed about till six to seven months after that happened. This was when I was around 19, probably 20. I had dropped high school before this, the stress of dealing with family problems, moving, and the pandemic just beginning. I wasn't great mentally.

I have also experienced cutting before, something common sadly with people dealing with depression and constant stress. It wasn't a good feeling. The pain of cutting was not what I enjoyed ever, but I am ashamed to say this, but I did like how it made me numb to everything.

In the present day I am much better, not perfect but not a mess, I'm simply okay. I've been through so much and have many years to go hopefully. To end this post as it is long enough as it is I will say this:

Your journey will not be like anyone else's, it's your life and you will find the pieces of yourself in time. You just have to find what feels right and what is comfortable. You may have a hard time with your disabilities, mental or physical, but you have support around you ready to help. There are people who want to help you get better, you'll find them. I know it. Just be kind to yourself, allow time to feel out what it is you need. And allow yourself to make mistakes.

The worst thing I ever did was try to be perfect, to be strong. In actually, it's okay to be weak and to be imperfect. We all need to learn by making mistakes, grow from them. And sometimes we need to let out emotions, to stop trying to hold everything inside.

It's okay to be yourself.

Marvel Prompt!

(It was supposed to be just a regular day. Everything was perfect and peaceful, the heros could relax, and some could catch up on work that needed to be done. Then a rouge enchantress had to detonate an entire street to burst into flames. The Avengers rushed out quickly, Loki warnes being careful to avoid the flames as it is magical.

The battle was tough, the witch being tactical and an excellent fighter. Eventually though, the enchantress was cornered, there was no where to escape or much magic left to rely on. In a last desperate attempt to gain victory, she throws a spell out hitting three of the Avengers. Steve, Clint, and Loki were flung back and landed a few meters away. Despite that, it seemed like nothing happened, no mind control or hindering effect presenting itself. The witch howled with anger.)

Enchantress: *Furious* HOW?! You should be under my control, be hopelessly in love with me! How did you reject my magic so easily!?

Clint: *snorting* Yeah... No, you may look good but you are not my type.

Loki: *bemused* You also have a horrid attitude and personality. I don't know how anyone could fall for a wretch like you.

Steve: *amused* Sorry ma'am, but I already have someone else I'm looking at.

(It was Steve's words that froze the Enchantress. Genuine love for another person negates the spell she used, instead of being in control of them it is the person who they are in love with who shall have control. They will be loyal only to them, willing to to anything to protect that person.

Enchantress knew she had nothing on her side and had finally lost this battle. With her last bit of magic, however, she fired one last blast of magic at the closest Avenger. It was Tony. He couldn't move in time to avoid it, couldn't even react in time to raise his arms, he could only process the magic coming towards him.

Tony was shielded by magic, a forest green color he had become so familiar with. Loki was standing before him before he could blink. The god was pissed.)

Loki: *Wrathful* YOU DARE ATTACK MY LOVE?! YOU SHALL PAY!

(Loki wasn't the one to lash out though, it was Clint whom pinned the witch to the wall using his arrows. Steve had thrown his shield when the initial blast had been thrown, causing the witch to stumble. Now, Steve had retrieved his shield, walking towards her, pulled out magic restraining cuffs. Clint had rushed to Tony's side after he made sure she wouldn't be moving anytime soon.)

Clint: *Concerned* Tony! She didn't get you anywhere, any pain?

Tony: *Confused* What? No, she didn't get me at all. Lokes here had stepped in fast enough to shield me from harm.

Steve: *Serious* You better be telling the truth Tony, none of us like seeing you hurt. I've called Fury to come pick up the villain, so we'll be starting clean up pretty soon.

(Tony was so terribly confused about what was going on. It was normal for the Avengers to be protective with each other, but never had any of them had the sudden speed or feral behavior that the trio were showing. Then it clicked for Tony. The magic, it made sense now why they hadn't been mind controlled. They already were in love, and Tony knew that the 'ones' who they loved was him alone.

It didn't make sense to him, he denied it and tried to come up with a different answer. The truth couldn't be ignored. Loki, Clint, and Steve were giving him looks of fondness. Looks you'd see couples giving each other.

The nail in the coffin was their eyes. What should be their normal eye colors were replaced with Cupid pink, and almost seemed to sparkle with hearts inside the iris.)

Tony: *Hesitatent* Are you guys okay?

Loki: Of course, as if a cheap parlor magician could hurt me. If anything, I fear she's more dangerous to you due to her cunning wits of fighting.

Clint: *proud* Not a single scratch on me, Tony! The witch may have magic and technique on her side but I'm clearly superior in combat.

Steve: I'm alright, Tony. I am more worried about you than myself right now.

(Tony was flustered. He wasn't used to being cared for, nor was he ready to learn that three Avengers were in love with him. It didn't help that Tony had no idea how to fix this mess. He only knew that he was so screwed.)

Marvel prompt~♥

Tony: Clint?

Clint: *Munching on Pizza* Yeah?

Tony: *Sighing* Do you have to sit on my lap?

Clint: Yes.

Tony: Why?

Clint: *Hugs Tony.*

Clint: Bromance.

Tony: ...

Tony: Fine.

Marvel Prompt!

Steve is walking towards one of Tony's 'relaxing rooms', looking for Tony himself. He had come back with Loki from a mission, both injured. Neither bothered to go to medical at all, as usual. Thor was looking for his sibling, intending to carry him to the infirmary kicking and screaming if he had to.

So it was a surprise when Steve bumped into Thor, heading for the same room. JARVIS had said that both were in this room, but left out that they were in it together.

Entering the room both Steve and Thor were surprised, the room being a small library. On two of the walls were large shelf's containing books, the rest of the room furnished with a few small tables and places to sit on the floor. Tony and Loki were on the floor by a window, a perfect view of the city, resting against each other. Loki reading quietly, while Tony rested with his head on Loki's should.

Both were clearly tired, sore, and physically exhausted. Steve, nor Thor, knew about their emotional or mental state.

Loki spots them, makes a sign to keep quiet, then simply reads some more. Steve shakes his head, amused, and Thor gives a small huff of a laugh. Thor walks over and gently pats Loki's head, murmuring how he loves him. Steve walks over to a section of wall to open a hidden panel, revealing a med kit.

Both Steve and Thor decided to give the two a break, letting them rest in their comfort place today. Tony hugs Loki's arm when Steve tried to pull him into a more suitable position, giving a small puppy whine. It also occurred now to the two that wasn't injured, the ones who had to patch up the wounded, that it wasn't going to be easy bandaging them up.

It was clear now, both were mentally exhausted. Emotionally? Strained, very strained. Nothing but some cuddles could fix it though, cuddles and snacks!