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therulerofallpotatos · 5 months

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Fic Tag Game

Tagged by: @wincestation, @realisticintentions, @realmermaid333, @cosmic-lullaby, @suchaladyy, @beri-allen

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

149

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

361,707 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wednesday currently. Teen Wolf for six years. Harry Potter, Hannibal, Thorki, Starker, Twilight (Bella/Carlisle and Bella/Aro), The Umbrella Academy (not that i got very far before getting obsessed with wyler), and Madrigalcest (Primarily Brumira)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Overall?

Fuck It (Steter, Teen Wolf, 3,396)

When it Needs Fixing (Steter, Teen Wolf, 3,339)

Hostile Takeover (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,781)

Absolution (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,691)

Wandering in the Dark (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,250)

In Wednesday?

Her Monster (Wyler, 708)

Hold Me Close (Wyler, 593)

Revelations (Wyler, 499)

Warning, She Bites (Wyler, 464)

Impressing Wednesday Addams (Wyler, 387)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I reply when I have something meaningful to add. Otherwise it'd get very repetitive and generic and that kind of soulless connection isn't really the point of this kind of thing. I adore my comments nonetheless and I read them a lot.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hold on. I gotta skim my list.

update: i do not remember some of these fics or what happened in them

Maybe Modi the Brave (MCU, Thorki). This was an angsty fanfic of a fanfic. There was a happy ending in the original fic, The Rescue by madwriter223

I'm not counting Absolution because it was immediately followed by a sequel. But technically, it did get me the most angry sobbing comments which i treasure to this day.

The Final Straw was angsty but it was also dumb and half-cocked and the closest thing to an embarrassment on this account. It was literally just a half-thought half-scene of my 18yo self's emotional state in 2018 that is very evident that I wrote this angrily in study hall. I wrote a lot of fic in that high school during classes. Like a lot. It was my school computer. I got plenty of use out of it. There was no structure or coherent plot. I didn't even hint at anything deeper to be explored in your own minds. I didn't want to look at it long enough or think about it long enough. I just wanted it out of my head. If I didn't have a strict no deleting my works policy, or hiding from my past art policy, I would probably have deleted it within the week of posting. I do not understand how it has the kudos, subscriptions, and bookmarks that it has. I guess it resonated. Good for y'all. I mean it.

Literally just the entirety of Tyler's Bad Year is meant to be about a very traumatic time in a young man's life and him surviving it. I'm not going to go through them and try to pick out "the worst" one. That's not really the point and it'd be largely subjective.

I'll Eat You Raw has an angsty ending but angstiest? I'm not sure.

I don't write a lot of bad endings. Open endings? sure. Complicated endings? Absolutely. But unhappy endings? No. I don't often have the desire.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Jesus fuck we want to be here all day? Ok lemme look through shit again.

Wandering in the Dark has a whole story behind it. There was actually two versions. Only one was posted to ao3 and is the "canon" version. I wrote this fic for a high school assignment my senior year. We were assigned to pick a chronic disease out of a literal hat, then write a story around it. We had complete creative control so I took that chance to write teen wolf steter fanfic in class and actually have it be on task for once (I got an A in that class btw). The reason my teacher got a dark ending version is because by the time he got back to me on the maximum word count, I'd already finished the canon version and it was way too long. I couldn't trim the fat, so I wrote a different ending to shorten the story. That version is one of the angstier stories I've written. The one posted and linked above, is the very happy by comparison. This fic is also designed to be read by someone who doesn't know shit about teen wolf.

Through Thick and Thin was also extremely happy. As is Her Monster. Benevolent Gods was meant to be very hopeful. The Hale Pack (Undying) was the end to a series that was my baby for a long time . Like long enough you can see my writing evolve as you go. Part one was one of the first things i ever wrote. Like ever. The last part was years later. Jasper was meant to be a very light-hearted, happy story as well. It's extremely sweet and fluffy. You was also very happy and the epilogue cemented that happiness. Warning: She Bites literally had a happy end that unknowingly prevented a main character committing suicide in the near future. Saving lives by being horny. Wednesday Evening, and every installment in that series, is excessively happy as well.

Alright I ran through my list of fics. These were the ones that stood out. There's too many to really commit to one answer tbh. Especially because the way they're happy varies.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. Or. Well. I'm sure I do. I block antis on sight and I wholly reject purity culture, and I haven't really been the target of a major attack or anything. I don't get as many hateful comments as one might think, and I don't entertain the ones I do get. I've been accused of vile shit of course because of a fic I wrote. I don't remember what fic or even what ship it was for because I don't dwell on them really at all. Aside from that, I get more entitled but probably ignorant to how they come off as entitled comments that aren't really that big a deal. Just a bit of a peeve sometimes. I honestly think the majority of them truly believe it's a kind gesture when they say it.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

Yeah. You could say that.

What kind? In a word? Intense. I could make a joke or a long elaboration on my niche in hyde sex and whatnot, but at the end of the day, intense. Even my most laid back, domestic, slice of life fics have a sense of intensity to them because otherwise I get bored and it feels soulless and it's just not my writing style.

10. Do you write cross-overs?

When I feel like it. When I have an idea.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have a steter fic on a russian fic website that was translated years ago. I have no idea which it was or if it's still there. Wait! I might remember. Yeah no. I don't remember. It wasn't the one I thought of.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I've started to outline one before but it went nowhere and we both forgot about it.

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Harry Potter and the Night that Changed Everything.

I had a whole novel basically planned for it. Writing Bellatrix and a Harry who was raised by Bellatrix took a lot out of me emotionally, and I lost steam.

Also, a Bella Swan/Marcus Vulturi fic that i also had a novel length plot planned out, wrote three chapters for, and then lost steam when I left the fandom due to getting the life sucked out of me by a bunch of toxic people in the fandom killing my joy. Those chapters are just collecting dust in my files right now. I'd like to go back to it one day and finish it in some form or another. Maybe it's original enough I could actually just write an original novel out of the scraps I already have. Actually, to be honest, it is probably original enough that I could write it as an original story. There is not a lot of Twilight there that is necessary to the story and can easily be written out. Something to think about maybe. Ironically not the first prompt I thought up initially for Twilight that I then realized nothing about Twilight was necessary for the idea I had, and I just wrote it without Bella entirely. This is how my original zombie novel started and then immediately evolved into an entirely different thing that has nothing to do w Twilight. Like literally nothing. I had to work to put the Twilight into that one. Not the other way around.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

wyler (steter and tomarry honorary).

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

pacing. movement heavy scenes. Longer projects if only because I have less practice at them.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Yeah. If it fits, I'll write it. I won't pretend to be fluent, but I'll do my best. Probably won't do anything too complicated for the sake of realism of my abilities. Especially if it's not Spanish which I at least have spent time trying to learn.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Wolf

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Listen...

We've established how well I am at picking one end all number one.

Fuck ok. back to the list.

Water of the Womb was one I was planning to write for almost a year and it turned out pretty good I think. Actually no.

No. It's not a fic that's been posted yet.

I think the favorite fic I've ever written is I Bit Him So He's Mine. it's my "Wednesday is a Hyde season one rewrite au". It's my first novel that is more than just a future novel. It's hit 40k and I have to start Act 2 still. It's my first proper murder mystery where the mystery is the primary plot equal to the romance. I've had a lot of fun with it, I've put my heart and soul into it, and I really look forward to calling it ready to post. Once it's done, you guys are getting regular updates for a long time.

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

Out of the Fire haunts me. It was a lesson to learn. I had the desire to write a steter/hannigram crossover and zero plan of any kind outside that. It crashed and burned because I only had a first chapter in me. I recently met a local and successful author who recognized my ao3 username because of this fic and remembered me years later enough to compliment my writing (I cannot express how much that meant to me). Wait no that might have been Mark of an Angel which also haunts me, but I didn't have zero plan. I had almost no plan, and lost steam when I hit a creative block at a bad time. Normally, I'd have just sat down and workshopped a starter outline and wrote myself out of that block, but I lost steam so I never did. Different deal. Not as impactful in my creative journey. Out of the Fire, however, was very important to me because of why it failed, and remains very influential with every new project I start. Actually rewriting/finishing that project would be a defining moment for me as a writer, I think. At least to me personally.

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#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wyler #my writing #tomarry #wednesday fanfic #teen wolf #steter #hannigram #thorki #harrymort #not all of my teen wolf fics were steter but most were #i am also v proud of my stallison fic #sometimes i just write one fic for a ship i had an idea about but only really had the one passion project for #this also included jasper/bella #and was going to include marcus/bella #i had a Caius/Bella idea as well that I never had the chance to start

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commonpigeon · 6 months

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realising how lucky it is that i had friends in high school despite openly talking about how i thought cannibalism would save the planet and googling thorki in the computer rooms and theorising about dan and phil at every opportunity and crying almost every single PE lesson because my ego couldn't take being bad at any subject

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demon----dean · 7 months

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what would you say are the biggest fandoms you've been in besides star wars?

Let's see -- I think I can count Tolkien as fandom, but it was before a lot of internet spaces became what they are, or I had such abundant online access, so I was a member of our local Tolkien club. For it, we had our own online forum and events. (Gasp, actually meeting other nerds in real life!) I went to my first larp through them, participated in seminars (I still have the notes to the one about the history of the Middle-Earth) and wrote my end of high school research paper about The vision of death and afterlife for Elves and Men in Middle-Earth at the third age.

Then I was going through a really shit time in life and stumbled upon Supernatural and I hyperfixated hard. :D I still stand by the fact that the first three seasons are amazing. It had all I could want -- complicated relationships, pretty damaged boys, urban legends with a twist, a car to drool over and an exceptional soundtrack of classic rock. I also started writing fanfiction, and we had a really great community on livejournal for a while. (It was super painful when the later seasons dropped the ball and eventually plain out sucked. 😥)

Then the MCU became a thing and hello, Tony Stark in that cave scene is just 👀👀👀

My first bigger ship in MCU was Stucky (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes) and I loved all the angst and whump, delicious, I say. Eventually Thor came around and when I saw those pseudo brothers with a fucked up relationship and hurting each other, while loving each other so, I just had to have them as my blorbos. (Do you see a theme here? :D) So Thorki (Thor/Loki) became my main pairing for a good chunk of time.

Then I had some smaller fandoms and was too busy with real life until I rewatched Star Wars prequels and was like -- First of all: Surely Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fucked at some point? Second of all: Has nobody else noticed this insane sexual tension and romance between Anakin and Obi-Wan??!! And to answer my questions I opened the internet and found out that there was indeed an entire Obikin fandom, and I've been here ever since.

Thank you for the ask! 🖤

#tolkien #mcu #supernatural #obikin #star wars #asks #about the author #fandom

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wonderlandfires · 2 years

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So the Thor hype is starting up again but unfortunately because of this, I’m seeing thorki shipping again.

Listen, I’m fine with shipping, with two exceptions

1. Everyone is the right age e.g it’s either two adults or two teenagers. You can ship Peter Parker and MJ in high school because they’re both in high school. You should absolutely not ship Peter at 15 with 40 something Tony Stark

And 2. NO ONE IS RELATED OR IS FAMILY!!!!

So, in from left field is Thorki.

Now, when it comes Thorki, I see people saying “They’re not actually related! There’s no blood relation so it’s fine! Don’t be dramatic!”

Well fuck you and fuck this take. I find this take so offensive and disgusting I can hardly put it to words but I will.

I am a foster kid. I have no relationship with anyone from my biological family. And according to these takes, I don’t have a family. In fact, every foster kid or any child who’s been adopted also does not have a family. If your definition of family can only be defined by the blood shared, then you are wrong and you are looking at family with privilege.

I do not have this privilege. I do not have the luxury of being able to ask my mother about the day I was born or my dad about the day I learned to walk. I don’t have the privilege of asking a family member about what I was like as a child.

So when it comes to the MCU, Loki is adopted and raised along side Thor. They are brothers. They call each other brothers and when Loki isn’t brainwashed by Thanos, they’re fighting like brothers. THEY. ARE. BROTHERS!!!!!

You cannot write this out, or say they aren’t because they aren’t related because family is so much more, so much larger than the DNA molecules that make us up. If you sit and say that it’s okay to ship them because they share no blood, you are wrong.

Incest as a thing is fucking gross but saying this doesn’t count because there’s no blood relation is fucking disgusting.

Stop it. Just stop it. I’m tired of seeing family being defined so narrowly. I’m tired to fighting with people in real life to get them to understand my family and I’m tired to it online.

This post is a rant and no one cares but I want it said. If you wanna fight me, go ahead. I’m tired of yous being narrow minded.

#thor 4 #thor love and thunder #Thor #Loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #thor odinson #thorki #rants n rambles #small rant #family #i’m tired

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gigantomachy1916 · 1 year

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Here to distract with questions!

What is your favorite Lawmane fic that you've written to date?

What is your favorite Lawmane fic written by someone else?

What is your favorite trope in fanfiction?

What fanfic would you most like to see written by someone else?

What fanfic idea do you have that you can't make yourself write?

Favorite Lawmane fic I've written: I want to say Oleander just because it's my baby rn, but I'm also constantly worried that people hate it so idk. Liability was really easy and fun to write and still gets the most attention. Of the oneshots, even though it was my first fic, I still feel like cut open my sternum and pull my little ribs around you is one of the best, and I also have a soft spot for you grow me like an evergreen. Anyway I broke the rules of the question and named 4 fics but oh well.

Written by someone else: I constantly talk about this fic, but it's let's talk about sex, baby by benzaaldehyde, like without a shadow of a doubt. I literally didn't even like het fic before I read it, I was a slash-only girl. So it converted me not only to Lawmane but also to reading and writing about straight sex... Powerful.

Favorite trope: I like unhinged, codependent people in toxic relationships. Give me people who have never spoken to a therapist in their entire lives having deeply fucked up sex. Also a big fan of There Was Only One Bed, and generally just pining. Like, unholy levels of pining and shame--the more forbidden the pairing, the better. So I'll read like huge age gaps, power differentials, incest, whatever, not because I'm into any of those things IRL, but because they are the only things to capture the level of shame and self-loathing I want my characters to feel about their attraction to each other.

Also, this is extremely specific, but I really like fics about two people who had a strong but non-romantic relationship, where one of them was kind of troubled and fucked up, and then that person died. And then the other one goes back in time, or to another universe, or something, except now they're older and wiser and more understanding, and they see their old friend/rival/whatever except they (the time traveler) are in disguise, and they are like "I have to save them this time, I have to make sure their life turns out better" and they are super intense about it and just staring at them with love and compassion.

And it doesn't even occur to them that this could be seen as romantic, because their relationship before was so far from romantic, but the other person is like "Why is this random stranger so obsessed with me, I guess they want me?" And then they (the one who died) falls in love with the other person, because no one else has ever cared about them that much, and the first person feels conflicted but ultimately goes along with it and is finally able to make their old friend happy.

Anyway I guess I basically wrote a fanfic in this post but whatever. I have read multiple fics with that plot arc, mainly for Thorki and Snarry, and I never get enough of it.

Fanfic I want to see written by someone else: Mainly I want a few fics (Particles and Stormbreaker in the MCU, and Elective Affinities in the HP fandom) to actually be completed lmao. Other than that, I'm not really sure. I'd love to see more good Honey/Haruhi fics. And of course, I'm always down for more Lawmane. Oh, I think I'd really enjoy reading a Lawmane high school or college AU where Misa is very popular and L is a loner and she torments him by leading him on.

Fanfic idea I can't make myself write: I've had some interest for awhile in writing a long Wolfstar fic, but I haven't been able to work up the motivation because 1. It's such a huge pairing, I feel like everyone else has done it better and 2. I like writing first times, but my headcanon is that they started messing around sexually on the young side, and I wouldn't want to just skip over that, but I'm also a bit scared to write and post it, even though I post lots of other problematic shit.

#thank u #this actually helped #ask response

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invisible-hand · 1 year

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Might as well Tumblr post my most recent Thorki long fic here 🐍⚡

🫀 A 2003 emo Loki / jock Thor human AU

🫀 40k of angst and fluff and smut

🫀 Malls Myspace the whole nine yards!

🫀 mind the tags!!

Said brother was, at the moment, uncomfortably close to Loki, thick tawny brows drawn down and eyes focused as he dabbed peroxide on Loki’s split lip, careful to avoid the metal ring of a piercing decorating the center, which was luckily missed by the blow. Thor’s own, fuller bottom lip jutted out in unconscious sympathy as he worked, and Loki found his eyes kept wandering to it, a point of incongruous softness on Thor's wide, masculine face. Loki wasn't sure why, but it made him squirm.

“Tell me again how this had nothing to do with you getting bullied at school?” Thor said, gaze flicking up to momentarily meet Loki’s before returning to his work.

Loki rolled his eyes and batted Thor’s hand away. “I told you. I was in the pit dancing at a show, and someone accidentally kicked me in the face doing a spin kick.”

“It just doesn’t make sense, how does someone’s foot get that high? You’re what, 6’ now? What were they doing, partner’s swing dancing, where people are tossing each other in the air?”

Loki yanked the bloodied cotton ball out of Thor’s grasp and shoved it into the bathroom trash can, next to where he sat on the closed toilet. “Wow Thor, that’s the lamest thing you’ve ever said. No one is swing dancing at a fucking hardcore show. And I’m 6’2” now, glad you’re paying so much attention.”

His brother, lowered in a crouch to tend to Loki’s injured face, rocked back onto his heels. “How else am I supposed to believe that’s what happened? It sounds like something ridiculous you made up because you don’t want to admit you need help.”

Thor’s mouth clamped shut on the last word, swallowing down the frustration in his tone too late. Loki glared at him. It was too much, layered on top of the hard scrutiny of his blue eyes. Why were they so bright, anyways? A sky blue to match the sunny gold of his hair, ever screaming at Loki, I’ve got the persistent optimism and good looks of a perfect summer day, because everything is easier for me! It was offensive.

Loki surged to his feet, knocking Thor off balance so that he fetched up against the wall in the narrow space. “Forget it,” Loki snapped, and stalked off to his room.

#thorki #thor and loki #thor x loki #loki x thor #thorki fic #human au #thorki human au #thunderfrost

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 7 months

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do you write stuff for male readers? or is it just fem?

Well, up until now I have mainly written fem!Readers but I've been thinking about changing that. I wish I still had the ferocity of high-school-Tam that wrote Thorki smut (yes.) without so much as giving a fuck.

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open

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deraniel · 1 year

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Another sketch of my high school ⚡️🐍 AU:3

#high school thorki

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 1 year

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Primary ship: Loki/Thor

Summary: Loki writes an account of his russefeiring in his diary, being probably the only one (besides T'challa), who spent it sober.

*Rated explicit for adult humor*

#Thor/Loki #Loki/Thor #Thorki #Russefeiring #Russefeiring 2022 #Norwegian High School Traditions #Mini Thor/Hercules #lmaoo #I saw there was no fic of this crazy fun tradition and took it upon myself to write it #Warning: Grammatical errors!#Not beta'd oops #I've tried to for humor but let's see how this goes #GODS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG TO FINALLY POST THIS AAAAHHHH #Still not confident about it :/

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illwynd · 6 months

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A Song in the Key of Death

It's still Halloween, so here's a new spookyfic!

Human AU, teen outcast Loki and dead rocker Thor. Loosely based on Trick or Treat (1986). 3.3k words.

“You should be loyal to your heroes. They can turn on you.” - Sammi Curr

Contents: thorki, underage sexuality, bullying, violence, mentions of death

(Read on AO3 or read below)

Hero worship is easy when you’re a high school outcast. Especially when your hero is Thor.

Loki lies in bed, headphones on his ears, Thor’s voice loud in his head. Drums thrash, guitars scream, and at the center of it all is Thor. He has Thor’s poster on the opposite wall, where he can look at it as he’s falling asleep.

Thor’s music speaks to him.

His parents disapprove. His classmates call him a freak, a weirdo.

Loki doesn’t care.

He’s bought all the magazines with pictures of Thor in them, and he’s bought all his albums, and he’s watched all his videos. Loki’s dreams at night are filled with the way Thor moves, sleek black leather clinging to his legs, the torn shirt practically falling off his shoulders, so much bare skin, and he bares it as if daring anyone to say anything. His eyes are piercing and lined with kohl and his hair is long and messy and his body is thick and powerful. Anyone could want him. He could want anyone. Clearly, neither of those possibilities bothers him. In the realm of metal, Thor is a god, above all the petty prejudices and small-minded fears.

Loki thinks about it and he writes letters he doesn’t send.

Thor, if I ever met you, would you want me?

No one else seems to.

Loki watches as the media tries to tear Thor down, calling him satanic, calling him depraved, calling him obscene, and he feels like he understands, the way no one else could. They’re both misunderstood. They’re both mistreated. The only difference is… Loki longs for Thor with a ferocity that only a lonely 17-year-old can muster, and Thor doesn’t know he exists.

Loki dreams and he plays Thor’s records obsessively and he knows every song by heart and he writes still more letters. Letters he would not ever admit to writing.

The week Thor dies, Loki is in a daze. He hears about it in a brief mention on some news show his mother is watching, and he doesn’t think it can possibly be true. A freak accident. A fire in his hotel.

Loki doesn’t remember anything about the next day at all. Or the day after that. Even the bloody nose and bruises he gets from a couple of the more brainless of the high school assholes when his inattention gets him in trouble, even that barely registers. The shove at his backpack at the top of the stairs, barely catching himself from going down face-first but catching himself wrenches his shoulder on the banister and practically breaks his arm, and the laughter of his classmates all around at his pale sweating face and pained gasps. Then being the one to get a detention when he leaps up and lashes out at the one who had pushed him, driven by fury. His hero's dead and this is the shit he has to deal with every day and nothing is ever going to get any better. And even that fades into the dull grey of bitterness like a fog in his mind, until none of it seems to matter.

And then it’s Friday, and he stays up late because there’s a storm coming and he suddenly wants it. He wants to hear the sky tearing itself apart.

The wind howls and the clouds race past the distant stars and he goes for a walk, not even bothering with an umbrella or a slicker, just pulling his hoodie up to cover the earphones, and Thor’s voice rings out over the rumble of the storm.

The smell of ozone. Metal on his tongue. The feeling of the hairs on his neck rising.

Loki realizes what it means half a second too late.

It is the brightest light he’s ever seen, and the loudest sound he’s ever heard, and as it passes through him, too sharp and sudden to even be called pain, he is sure he is going to die.

He wakes up in a hospital bed. He knows it from the subtle but pervasive odor of disinfectant, the unsettling feeling of an IV drip taped into a vein in the crook of his arm, the warble of distant beeping machines.

Below that sound, even softer, though, there is music. He can hear it. He doesn’t know the song. But then Thor starts singing.

He knows Thor’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere. And it is not a song Loki has ever heard before. Loki tries to find out from the nurses—only once, though, after the way they look at him when he asks about the music.

He’s discharged the next day, with some painkillers for the burns and an order to call them if anything gets worse, and he goes home and frantically Googles all the lyrics he scribbled down. Surely it’s some unreleased material, right? Some songs that never made it onto an album. That happened all the time, and it's possible he was hearing, oh, strains from some orderly's headphones amplified through a vent near his bed, something weird like that. Isn't that possible?

But he turns up nothing about the lyrics, if so. Dejected, he goes to the kitchen to find something to cram in his face.

The toaster shocks him when he tries to make toast. The coffee pot sputters and gurgles and dies. The clock on the microwave flashes 6:66.

At least peanut butter smeared on a slice of bread doesn’t require electricity.

Soon after, Loki lies down to sleep in his own bed, with a sigh, and he stares up at the poster of Thor. Loki would feel like more of a creep, studying every inch of Thor’s body in the picture, except for the look in Thor’s eyes. He feels like, somehow, they already know each other.

He slips into dreams and Thor is there. Above him on a stage, growling into the mike, screaming the melody, hips gyrating. Then the stage is gone and it’s just them, and it’s so real he can smell Thor’s sweat. There’s nothing sweet about it. Thor between his legs, and it’s sharp and real and he’s never felt so alive.

He wakes up slowly the next morning. Late morning. Saturday. The house empty and echoing with the distant sounds of lawnmowers and cars going by on the street and kids playing in the neighboring yards. He lies there with his eyelids glued shut, groaning under his breath. Throws an arm up over his head to hide from the creeping sunlight for as long as he can, and he’s half dozing when the music starts up again.

The strange thing, though, is that this time it sounds distorted, the way a record sounds when you spin it backwards. He’s heard of that, bands doing it as a joke or a way to mess with all the most credulous parents and preachers and journalists who are deeply concerned with the forces leading the youth astray. The corner of his mouth curls up reflexively.

But the difference is that there’s no vinyl under his fingers. The disjointed rhythm and jolting vocals are coming from nowhere, drowning out all the more prosaic sounds from beyond his window, and there's no logical theory he can invent this time for where it could be coming from.

And as he listens, his body feeling like he’s drifting, floating, and impossibly heavy all at the same time, he begins to make sense of the sounds. Begins to pick out the words.

Pentagram circle – lightning struck – bring me back – bring me – obey me – bring me – obey me – pentagram circle – lightning struck

Loki breathes slowly, hearing his heart beat in his ears.

He does it that night, alone in his room. He’s researched as much as he can and he’s put together the rest by feel, by intuition. He draws the pentagram on his floor in ashes, with black and red candles burning at the five points. He plays Thor’s albums on his stereo while he recites an incantation he found on the internet, elaborated with a few of Thor's lyrics to make it sound cooler. But nothing happens until he switches his stereo off, falls silent, feeling foolish for having tried. He presses his hands against his eyes. When he opens them again, his gaze lands on the plasma ball sitting on his shelf, a toy he had barely thought of in years.

He was already lightning-struck and still has the burns to prove it. But the feeling, the taste in the air as he clicks it on…

He can hear music again, softly.

He kneels beside the pentagram, and as the music grows louder he tries to hum along. He can hear words and he sings the chorus, his hands on the plasma ball, the tickle of electricity on his fingertips.

He should be more surprised when a shadow fills the center of the symbol on his floor. Tall black leather boots. Sweeping upward, torn black skintight denim. Mesh over pale, muscled abdomen. More leather over the broad, massive shoulders. Tendons of the neck and the strong, set jaw. Long black hair, messy and animal. Fierce eyes…

The scars on his face, his arms—those take a moment to register. Burn scars, deep and gnarled.

“Thor,” Loki says, the name filling his mouth as his eyes are wide with awe. It’s the moment he’s always dreamed of. And this, this is something he never would have thought it could be. It is Thor in his bedroom. Because he called him back to the world of the living. Because he resurrected his hero from death.

He thinks of his old lust-sodden fantasies and he knows that they were nothing compared to this. They were sad and desperate, begging for a single scrap of attention or acknowledgment. Once, just to breathe the same air as Thor, he’d have considered his whole life fulfilled. Once, he’d written so many secret longings, in the terribly certainty that Thor would never know, would never see them, would never care. Hopelessness had been safety, and despair.

Now, he watches as Thor frowns down at his kneeling form.

And he watches as Thor takes in the sight of everything else around him and seems to come to a conclusion in a moment, striding forth, breaking free of the pentagram’s boundaries with a shiver of blue-white lightning crackling all over his form.

Thor strides forth, seeming not to notice him at all.

The dark figure of him slips into the shadows and disappears.

All the candles go out.

Loki lies on his bed for the next day and a half. He lies curled around his radio, weakness immobilizing him.

The news pours in. Electrical storms. Freak accidents in which dozens of people were injured or died. Speakers, amplifiers. Live mikes. Event sound systems.

Loki lies there listening, and inside him a fury is growing. He has been loyal. He has never been as devoted to anything or anyone as he is to Thor. To Thor’s music. To his message. To… to him. He has been loyal!

He thinks it like a scream. He can feel it in his throat, searing.

It was Thor who lied, who deceived. It was Thor who used him.

Why had Thor simply… walked over him, not even glancing at the one who had brought him back? Why had Thor not even noticed him?

Loki girds himself and prepares. He loads up his parents’ car (the one nobody really drives often, the terrible old sky-blue Cutlass just sitting out in the garage with rust in its wheel-wells and a cassette deck that eats tapes every full moon) with his backpack and camping gear from his brief truncated scouting days and a bunch of junk food and torn paper maps, and he hits the road, intuition still pulling him along like a current.

He still just wants Thor. But now there is more than that.

His hero has turned on him. And though he is not stupid or naïve enough to believe in fairness in the universe, it is a situation that calls for action.

Thor is somewhere out there, killing people, breaking things, wreaking havoc. Loki figures he can find him, can let the same feeling deep inside pull him along like a tide to wherever his hero is. And then there will be a reckoning.

It is a foolish thought, perhaps. One that only a dejected 17-year-old could have conceived.

Being too young and dumb to know what is impossible is an advantage sometimes.

He drives with the radio turned low and the windows rolled down, the air off the highway buffeting in his face and stirring the hairs on his arm, fighting against the heat of the sunlight. Smell of asphalt and diesel exhaust and the endless fields along the roadside. He’s been driving for hours, barely aware of the mutter of “Crazy Train” through the speakers. When the song cuts out in another two and a half minutes, the station turns over to a news break, a radio announcer’s impassive description of the inexplicable trail of mayhem that has struck over the last few days. No one wants to say it, no one wants to admit that the string of incidents is connected. No one wants to acknowledge the obvious.

That, at least, is a problem Loki doesn’t have. He knows exactly who is at the center of the storm.

And maybe that’s why he’s the only one who seems to notice that… the body count isn’t what it should have been. The last few, particularly.

But it’s hard to think on that too deeply when the music inside him is welling, drowning out the monotone of the newscaster entirely.

The song has been growing louder since three exits back, and his hands grip the steering wheel. His knuckles creak. His heart thuds in his chest. He shifts his hips on sky-blue leather, a subtle motion of his driving foot to relieve the tension that has built up in his body.

What will he do if he finds him? What will he say?

He’s still wondering when the air rushing over his arm grows cooler, the sunlight abruptly gone, clouds closing in overhead.

The song grows louder still as the first drops pelt down on the windshield, and he curses and hits the wipers as the rain brings down all the dust with it, splattering the car with crud, smearing it grey-brown across the glass.

“You don’t play fair, man,” Loki murmurs, grumbles. His lip twitches. “That’s okay. I'm used to it.”

He knows the place instantly when he sees it. The music has been growing louder for the last hour, until the rhythm of the drumbeat has taken up residence in Loki’s core and the shriek of the chords travels along his every nerve. He jolts the steering wheel sharply to the right, veering off the highway, down the side road, onto what can barely be called a driveway, into a dirt lot that’s already half filled with vehicles even older and more beat-up than his.

It’s gonna happen here. He knows it, even as he slams it into park and yanks up the emergency brake. He has to sit there shuddering for a few moments, the car still trembling beneath him in sympathy.

Screaming metal, a song in the key of death, battles against the sounds of pedal steel guitar in a whining country tune.

The door hinges squeal likewise and nobody even notices when a 17-year-old wanders into the bar, and for that he supposes he should be a little bit grateful. He takes in the smells of spilt cheap beer and cheap bar food and too-infrequent bathing and various varieties of road dirt. He takes in the sights of an entirely different sort of leather boots and sticky-topped tables and the chicken wire surrounding the whole stage area, walling it off from the jeers of flying glass. There’s a band up there now, just getting tuned up for the evening. It makes Loki think of the “Rawhide” theme for a second, and the idea makes him laugh.

He’s got his hand in a bowl of free peanuts and pretzels when Thor shows up and takes over the stage. The musicians around him jolt at first with electricity, pain written across their faces. A few resist it, fight back. They’re the ones that slump to the ground soon after.

The rest go along with it, and their bodies begin to play their instruments in a way they never would have before. A tune they do not know. A stubborn energy that doesn’t come from their tired bones.

There is lightning crackling over everything as Thor’s form appears in the midst of them, limned in spotlight blue. Chains glittering. Leather glistening.

Loki wants to see it. Part of him just wants to be part of this. He never got to go to one of Thor’s live shows when he was, well, alive. He can’t miss the chance now, and he pushes forward through the press of hicks and bikers to get closer to the stage.

Another part of him, though, is burning. His hands clench at his sides.

If Thor is going to be going around exacting revenge like this, he at least owes it to Loki—the reason Thor is alive again—to bring him with. Loki has plenty of his own revenge that he’d like to grab.

That is what infuriates him the most. The fact that Thor had dismissed him without a thought. Walked past him and turned away after everything Loki had done for him. After how much Loki had wanted him and everything he was.

When the first bolt of lightning shoots from the neck of Thor’s guitar, Loki can taste it in the air. Revels in it, in the sight of some wannabe-cowboy burning to a crisp not twenty feet away from him.

Another bolt shoots out. Another.

People are screaming, running, fleeing. Suede fringe and bolo braids flying.

Loki is ducking between them, toward the side of the room—he’d spotted it when he first came in, a door that barred the way to the stage area.

The knob turns under his hand.

When he makes it up onto the platform, there’s nobody else left alive in the building. Dead musicians and dead patrons and dead barmen.

Thor is still there, panting hard under the bright lights, guitar still slung on a heavy chain over his shoulders. Sweat glinting. The lights hot and still.

Loki approaches, fearless, and he feels himself smiling.

“You need me. It’s all been falling apart, hasn’t it?” he says, thinking of the newscaster's bland monotone. Feeling the fading bruises on his own body from school. The feeling. The feeling that has driven him. The vengeance and rage and betrayal.

Thor plays a broken, sorrowful chord before the pick falls from his fingers. His face turns sharply to where Loki stands.

“I brought you back, Thor. You owe everything to me.”

Thor stares at him, brow twisting.

Loki spreads his hands, welcoming. “Come here, beautiful.”

Thor strides closer. And in the empty bar, Loki reaches up and trails his fingertips across Thor's scarred face.

“Your music will live forever. The legend of you will keep it alive. No one will ever be able to forget,” he promises. “At least, that’s how it will be if you have a good manager. One who believes in you.”

Thor gazes at him. His kohl-lined eyes pierce into Loki’s core, and the feeling is like nothing he has ever experienced. It’s like everything he always dreamed. Everything he could have ever hoped, writing desperate, aching letters into the darkness.

Thor stands before him, and Loki pushes down on his shoulders until Thor kneels before him. Hands he has watched in videos countless times come to rest on his waist, fingers splayed. Wrapping around the sharp angles of hipbones beneath denim.

There in the middle of the wreckage, Thor presses his brow against Loki’s abdomen, bowed as if in prayer. It is a chaste gesture, and it makes Loki’s blood burn hotter than his own sweatiest wet dreams of a month before.

Then Thor’s face turns upward. His eyes intense and staring back into his.

Loki buries his hands in Thor’s hair, feeling the softness of it.

“We will do great things together,” Loki murmurs, swept up in pleasure. “Just you wait.”

#thorki #my fic #spookyfic

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theangiediary · 2 years

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wait sorry I can't get this out of my head, here's my actual Fandom/Shipping Timeline:

2009, 11years old. Star Trek, McKirk (my very first ship? Not a spirk fan tbh). Eventually also Kirk/Pike 🙈 they're not technically father and son!

2009-2012 HP, specifically the ffnet author Silver Sailor Ganymede. Slytherins, mostly non shippy with some Blaise/Nott. Some drarry.

2011 X-Men first class release, cherik (b!e all the way) (also 91110 which. woof. a doozy!!) + Alex Summers as the bicycle

2011-2012 watched spn for the first time, up to s6ish, non shipper (still no incest)

2011 Thor, non-related AU thorki

2011 ca:tfa stucky/stevebuckypeggy

2013.... Thor 2, related thorki (first incest!)

2013 Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Chuck+.. Chuck/Herc

(I actually do remember distinctly which fic it was that resolved That squick -> A Chance Encounter, followed by Point Made)

2014-2016 big into ca:wa stucky + various previously mentioned, Giles/Spike, some other smaller ships. My ✨Marvel✨ Era (high school). Also. Uhm. Yes, I was really into Check Please! and hockey/hockey rpf. 😌

I think I occasionally read Smith/Wesson? Maybe.

2016-2019 no fandoms, busy with college/family stuff/etc. semi ran a aesthetic blog.

Nov 2020 . The day. That it Happened. little old me reblogging pictures of like, art museums and flowers when Everyone started talking about The Moment. started reading posts for the Drama, rewatched s1, got into the gencest side of Tumblr; mostly the blogs brotherwives and mr-smith-wesson (bc I'm sorry, destiel really doesn't Do It for me Like That 👨‍👨‍👦).

2021 reading the E dark fics wincest, so soulless!sam, pwp, etc. idk if thats really Shipping™️ or just.. porn. EVENTUALLY Gen (+porn) -> Weirdchesters (+porn) -> Wincest (+wincest sexy times and ❤️ Feels❤️)

Started writing/drawing.

2022 bibro nonshipper to deangirl sometimes wincest shipper conversion complete. Added deanjohn and various other characters I'd like to see bend Dean over a table 🥰 (thank you writinginthesecrettrees & kansaskissedlips)

2023 ????

???????

#wow #i kept checking those release dates like 'really? no wait.. really???'#yup! 😅#ah memory lane 😌

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 6 months

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10 (Vaguely) Loki-Related Facts About Me

It's my birthday month! In honor of my birthday month, here are 10 facts about me that in some way relate to Loki. Some things I've already alluded too, though.

I've already said this, but I'm also genderfluid and bisexual (I personally consider Loki to be pan, but they're somewhat similar sexualities and MCU Loki is apparently bi.)

When Thor said, "I love snakes," I felt that on a personal level. I inherited my love of snakes from my dad, and I love lizards, too. And I have Alligator Loki/Croki merch and comics, but while I love most reptiles and won't hesitate to reach for one if it's close enough to touch, I'm actually terrified of alligators and crocodiles. No matter how small. I love Croki because he's Loki and I love all Lokis except President Loki who can choke. Kid Loki in the show and Thor in the comics holding Croki like a baby is the sweetest thing I've ever seen. But I wouldn't ever go near him, Loki or not. (And unlike most things I'm afraid of, I can pinpoint the exact moment that caused me to fear alligators.)

According to Al Ewing, Loki's birthday is December 17, making Loki and me both Sagittarius. I think the sign fits Loki more than it fits me, though.

My favorite author is Neil Gaiman, because his book Norse Mythology I've read four or five times. I also love Good Omens and The Graveyard Book. I'm still trying to get through The Sandman, American Gods, and The Ocean at the End of the Lane.

My favorite Loki fic by me is Like the Dawn (thorki), with Phantom Limb (Theo/Loki) taking a very close second. My favorite Loki fic not by me is the To Know You Anywhere series by triedunture (thorki) and Our Way, No Takebacks by dinosuns (lokius). I have a list on my phone notes app of the fics I've read since February 2020 (no reason behind the date, that's just when I started listing them), and typically all I include is the title and the pairing (which makes it hard when I'm trying to find it again). But this fic is one of the few (I think there might be one other entry) that has actual reaction commentary beside it.

My all-time favorite movie is Thor Ragnarok. Since this is on-brand and unsurprising for me, my second and third favorites are Cyrano and Howl's Moving Castle.

Unlike Loki, I am the oldest in my family (and I'm not adopted, as far as I know). But like (MCU) Loki, I have a brother and a sister.

I have dressed up as Loki once for Halloween and once for an event at a Renaissance Faire. I'm on an eternal quest to find a version of the Coat that fits me, so I can finally be AoA Loki.

I narrowly missed the off-the-walls Loki craze of 2012. I didn't start watching Marvel movies until mid-college, 2013/2014. I didn't read comics until after Ragnarok came out and I learned Thor and Loki had a sister in the comics who wasn't Hela and I saw panels from Original Sin showing Loki's canon genderfluidity. But I'll be honest. I know who I was in 2012 (*cough* destiel shipper *cough* Seriously, the only reason I personally was not involved in the OG Mishapocalypse was because 1. I still have no idea how they pulled some of it off, and 2. I'm afraid of April Fool's Day, and used to avoid the internet for the duration of the holiday so I missed the entire thing.) So if I'd been a Loki fan in 2012, I would have for sure been insufferably cringe and eleven years later would be at least a little embarrassed by my antics. (I learned how to write sonnets in high school English and proceeded to write dozens from the perspectives of Dean and Cas, guys. I wrote a 50+ page self-insert spn fic pairing myself with Balthazar that I thankfully never posted to AO3. I was wild in 2010-2012. Which is not to say I'm not wild now, but it was a different Time.)

I legitimately think about the failure of the half-hearted representation of Loki's genderfluidity in the show, and why it's such a problem, at least once a week. This mental rant has been happening since at least 1x03 aired.

#loki #loki tv show #loki comics #loki fanfction #about me #alligator loki #genderfluid loki

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