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I'm currently amassing an armada that includes Doctor x Rose (usually I write ten x rose but I've been known to do eleven and nine as well) Loki x Darcy, Olicity, and any minute now Ichabbie is going to be part of the mix. I'm not moffat-friendly or even moffat-tolerant. Fic writing is a passion of mine, along with being snarky and drinking cider. Usually at the same time. I love asks and fic prompts. Feel free to ask me anything, I don't bite. (actually I do, but not outside of the bedroom so you should be fine)

mischiefgoddesscomplex:

Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Tasertricks - Fandom, Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Loki, Darcy Lewis/Thor, Sif/Thor
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Volstagg (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Extramarital Affairs, Loki is misunderstood, Darcy is curious, Both are lonely, Drama, Angst, Dark Humor, Sexual Tension, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, aka just some pot cuz I imagine Darcy is into that, AU where Darcy has no prior knowledge or interactions with Asgard(ians)
Summary:

"You have to want to," His voice seems to crawl across her skin, dark and seductive.

Darcy shifts her weight from her left to her right, weighing the pros and cons. He’s a criminal, convicted of god knows what crimes, and he’s inviting her (quite literally) straight into the wolf’s den. But her heart still skips a beat as her eyes meet his, before wildly pounding away again in her throat.

"Well, Miss Lewis?" He asks, his words filling the silence, "Do you want to?"

_____________________

The good news is that Ragnarok hadn’t completely destroyed Earth before the Aesir put an end to the apocalypse. A new world order is in place, a peace treaty is signed between Midgard and Asgard and - in a medieval move - they’ve agreed upon an arranged marriage between a woman of earth and the prince of Asgard as a sign of good faith. The bad news? Darcy is that woman.

Chapter 8 is up for your reading pleasure. Darcy pays the God of Mischief a visit in the hopes of getting some questions answered, but walks away with so much more than she bargained for. 

laterovaries:

Ok, guys….so I submitted a line to tomhiddlestonsoundalike, for The Tower. I’ve passed the chapter I was going to use it in, but I’m posting it anyway…

I’ll have you know that I *SQUEEEEEEEEEE*’d like a motherfucker.

This is Sharpe, speaking to Sophie…

4 hours ago1,290 plays
me: i can't wait to get home and read
person: omg same!!! what are you reading
me: *sweating*
me: uhhhh...the bible?
me: yes, the bible! great plot...five stars

tomstoobeautiful:

persephone622:

thereallimegreenandloki:

zorped:

Mayhem commences in 5…4…3…

And the way he moves his dagger to his right hand…

Okay. I need help.

But look at his eyes. They way he calculates, almost instantly, the movements he’s gonna need, the timing, everything. He’s amazing with strategy, an astounding tactician, always seeing seven steps ahead. We know that, from the lovely analyses that have popped up on this site.

He counts the Dark Elves, maps out their possible movements, and switches his dagger to his right hand. Because he knows.

And it’s sexy as hell.   

Fuck yes it is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Hey new followers!!!!  You all get a rainbow llamacorn for being so awesome!!!!

agirlcalledfrost said: OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

ofgeography:

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

"hell no," i said. "YOLO. they can’t punish all of us."

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE," and elle said, "did you hear that?"

"hear what?"

that!”

'that' was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU'RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

"mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet."

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

"mollyhall—"

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

"um," said elle, "she’s in the—"

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

lokiwholockfactory:

littleblueartist:

that awkward moment when the cast are actually their characters:

Clint: ooh carnie things i shall inspect

Thor: STAND BACK HAWK-MAN SO THAT MY BROTHER DOTH NOT SMITE THEE IN THINE FACE

Loki: ehehehehe i’m so gonna bust holes in this floor just cuz

OOOOH CARNIE THINGS —

I am so done.

foreverlokid:

Loki with children will always be my favourite thing ♥

perpetualexistentialcrisis said: You beautiful, gorgeous thing, you! You finished it! And started another! Oh my god! That is so amazing! Four for you, Glen coco. You go, glen coco! I really frickin' hope they meet in the third movie, there's no way they can't.

I did!  :D  Captivated is really different from Add It Up, but I’m totally enjoying writing a younger, fluffier Loki.  

I’m completely with you on the third movie.  They need to meet.  Sadly, I’ve read from two different sources lately that Jane and Darcy won’t be in the third movie.  Fingers crossed that those rumors are unfounded.