#AGAIN THIS isnt the most eloquent post but trust me guys

[cryptiduck]

heeyy hii if you followed me for my dimension 20 art then first of all: thank you!!! and second of all: i wouldn't have been able to support the ch team for the first time after growing up with their content without casters & castles, as my first ever comm work was for them :) they're a relatively small community but their campaigns and stories mean more than i can accurately express in some tumblr post i'm making due to lack of sleep, so i can only hope some of the regular fanart i've made could pique your interest just enough or just get them onto more people's radars ♡

also here's our discord

[spynorth]

I know we just talked and we're going to talk again and you probably know what I'm going to say already but I need to say it anyhow. You know I love your writing. The depth, the intricacy with which you craft words into something so evocative and vivid but in a way that appears effortless to the reader, it's a gift you've always possessed and one you've honed to an art on Killian. But since creating this blog, you've proven that it's not just a fluke, that lightning really *can* strike twice, and it's been nothing short of amazing watching you develop Lucas into something that is both true to canon and also utterly *yours* in a way that no one else could ever duplicate no matter how hard they may try. You are a gift - to tumblr, to the world, but mostly to me. I love you more than even the most eloquent words can say, and I am perpetually awed by you and the talent that seems to simply flow from your fingertips. You are my love, my soul mate, and the greatest inspiration that I could dream of. Thank you for being in my life, for being the most incredible writing partner imaginable, and for being mine. I love you.

FUCK EVERYTHING I'M CRYING LIKE AN UGLY PERSON.

first of all, I want to post a disclaimer (since you said we just talked) saying that you are not the 17 minute phone conversation person that i said goodbye to 6 times before finally hanging up. anyways, now that that's out of the way ..

You told me not to uno reverse this and to just post it and let it be mine, but I don't know how to not take advantage of this opportunity to tell you just how much this means to me but also how every praise you have given me is something I've learned from you. From the day we met on Hook and Guy you've always been my biggest supporter and fan and also my greatest mentor and coach in the art of writing. God, I think about the hours we've spent writing both on here and off. The hours we've talked, discussed, combed through every second of a muse's canon and (I wish i was kidding) even in some instances had like 32 tabs of research open for something that should have been a stupidly simple crack verse. The times we've done kik or wire, the times we've scrapped blogs or abandoned them because they just weren't fitting ... I've grown so much as a writer over the last almost 9 years and I owe that to you. I am constantly stretched to match you, always inspired by you and I have learned so much about characterization and depth and world building from you. I always say that I know a muse is gonna stick when they exist for one of yours and that usually stands true .. but Lucas has truly done what a muse of mine hasn't done since i first made hook. I saw a gifset and I've been hemming and hawing for like two years and I'm so glad you were like please just do the thing.

You are my inspiration, the love of my life, the person who I trust to be devastatingly honest with me. Thank you for all of the times we've watched various hook things, the hours you've spent watching me annotate peter pan and listening to me compare it to other media. Thank you for listening to me now talk about william blake and kafka and milton's paradise lost and all of the ways I think they relate to lucas and how i plan on reflecting it in my writing. Thank you for being one of the best fucking writers I've ever come across in my life. You are my favorite author and you always will be. You've taught me how to take things off a simple document on tumblr, how to make the words paint a story and a picture that isnt just a retelling, to create something that's a glimpse of life. You've taught me to channel my hurts and my demons and my triumphs and bottle them up until i can release them across a page. I'm so blessed and grateful to have a partner who takes writing as seriously as I do, who knows that despite the fact that it's just roleplay, I use it to push myself to be better and to write further than I did the day before. We both do. Thank you for recently teaching me that its ok to just write about bread lmao.

I fell in love with your writing before I ever saw or met you on tumblr. I saw these words on a page, read them.. and my heart just let out a sigh. Oh. There you are. Anyways this is super long now and I don't even know if I've said everything I wanted to say but .. thank you. For everything. Always. Thank you for not sighing when I said I made a lucas north blog so that he could ship with aurora and be guy's clone in an effort to explore nature vs nurture. Not once were you like "can we please just do the spiderman meme plot where they stare at one another and say dude!! you have my face!! because its easier?". You just went with it and I've wrangled you in and you've layered it deeper so it's gonna be so intense now. I love you so much. Thank you for supporting me over here. Killian is never going to go anywhere. I'm stuck with him forever. Sometimes I catch myself writing a reply here while I'm zoned out and I see something about his one hand and an Irish accent and I'm like ... wait his what now?? Thanks for reading a ridiculous number of books with me. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being the love of my life and my best friend. Thanks for showing me twenty three year old me that I wasn't alone. And for reminding me even now when I try to forget. I love you so much. There's no one else I'd rather listen to adam lambert with.

[worstloki]

hi i have a prompt: the hulk smash isnt enough to free loki from the mind stone, thanos/the other die with the chitauri. loki is still under the stones influence but his boss is dead, and being enthralled to No One In Particular is stressing him out so the stone decides to make the avengers his New Boss™ (bc while the tesseract is his one true love, All Infinity Stones Are Friends Of Loki (AISAFOL)). the avengers are Very Confused by lokis sudden and inexplicable desire to please them.

(This post got quite long, so I’ve put a barrier to stop unwanting eyes from having the travesty take forever to scroll down. You’re welcome.)

He suspected there were only two beings currently in the vicinity to toss him around like a ragdoll, and the mean green fighting machine was definitely the one he would prefer.

When the Hulk grabbed hold of Loki’s ankle he was hopeful that the Other’s hold on him would break, after all, hadn't ‘cognitive recalibration’ broken Barton from its influence? He did not try using magic to soften the blows as he was hit against the ground. 

Loki felt the connection break, felt as the watcher’s eyes were pulled away and he could finally breathe without scrutiny. Which was fine, until he did a basic physiology check (to make sure he wasn’t hit too hard on the head) and found the mind stone still holding on to him. It was urging him to serve a commander he had no contact to and the irony of this was not wasted on Loki. The sceptre’s touch would soon fade. Probably.

He lay on the ground, savouring his victory: The Chitauri were mindless and would soon be easily defeated, the mind stone left near the portal to close, the fact that he would soon be back on Asgard, but most importantly, that Thanos was far far away from him. Loki would not be so easily captured again. 

When he tried to pull himself out of the ground, (and yes, there really was a body-shaped hole were he had been left which was honestly impressive even for himself) he found the Avengers standing over him. Show offs.

This was fine though. Thor would not leave his brother on Midgard and wouldn’t have any way to get back to Asgard since Loki was the one with knowledge on how to use it. He would likely stand trial and be sentenced to death. Which was also fine (he knew several loopholes that he could exploit to avoid a death sentence). 

Stark was the first to talk, “Alright you Ben Solo knockoff, get in the fancy handcuffs” he said. Perhaps not your best analogy, Loki was about to say when he felt his exhausted back straighten and found himself actually walking towards the man - something that he had in no way decided to do. 

The fact that he had followed the instructions calmly just left everyone else more confused, if all 6 Avengers tensing up was any indication. So, it appeared the sceptre’s touch would not, in fact, be fading soon. 

He felt himself hold his hands out for Tony to attach the handcuffs. They were Asgardian and would surely restrict his magic, which would definitely not be the best thing for him right now since he was trying to cut the Mind stone off. 

The handcuffs were put around his wrists and, feeling his magic start to suppress as they touched his wrist he jerked his hands back out. He told me get in the handcuffs, he smiled at the thought, but he did not specify for how long I would have to keep them there. 

He noticed after the Widow had caught onto his neck and slammed him to the ground that moving too fast would be seen as a sign of hostility, and was too busy figuring out how long he would survive on loop-holes before Earth’s heroes realised he was at their command, to resist being pinned to the ground. Thor placed Mjolnir strategically on Loki’s sleeve to keep him down - his sleeve, as if ripping through it wasn’t an option - the oaf either didn’t consider him a threat anymore (which was good) or hadn’t wanted to place it elsewhere and risk injuring Loki (which was also good), This amount of good luck was awfully suspicious.

“Why, brother?” Thor asked, as he stared down at Loki. Loki couldn’t exactly ignore the only thing he could see other than the ceiling and decided to give him an answer for the apparently sincere concern Thor had on his face.

“Because, Thor, I would rather he at least took me out to dinner first-” 

Loki couldn’t see them but he knew at least Tony and Romanov would find the remark enough to smirk at despite the circumstances and Bruce and Steve would also find it amusing (even if they would not admit it). Barton’s sense of humour was a bit less dry but he could try something for that later. To Thor’s credit, all he did was act confused and turn away. He didn’t really care about Thor’s reaction. In fact, thinking about it, was finally being free putting him in a good mood, or was it the stone that was still doing something in his head? He was almost certain his sudden interest in what the Avengers thought of him was not natural… but he couldn’t say for sure, so mulling over it was pointless.

“I apologise for my brother, it seems his sense of humour took a hit in the fight” Thor told his team, “If one of you could hold his other hand I shall bound his wrists and mouth myself -” 

“I don’t think you’ll need to do that,” Tony stepped forward, coming into view, which was awfully kind of him since Loki could literally only see Thor and the roof as he laid on the ground and wasnt bothered to get up, “He’s Loki, right? I read up on him a bit and he mostly avoids stuff because of the wording people use… combine that with the fact that he walked over to me when I asked, but then didn’t let me tie him it seems he’ s actually a pretty chill guy and wouldn’t object if I ask him to hold still long enough for me to put them on”. No one answered. 

“That is a crazy outlandish theory, even for you man…” Hawkeye said, probably to break the silence. Loki considered his options and they were to either a) Not do anything and let Tony test out his theory (which would be true and then the Avengers would realise that he will do whatever they wanted happily and not end well for himself) or b) say something now that could convince Tony not to try it (which, considering Tony and his curious streak, would be pretty hard to pull off…). 

He found an uncomfortable position in which he could hold himself up and face the Avengers while keeping his left arm pinned down. He settled for option b and hoped the norns were feeling kind today. 

“Hello, I’m Loki, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced but long story short I was tortured and then forced into trying to subjugate your planet - sorry about that by the way - but I’m mostly back now and would rather not put the handcuffs on for the previously stated reason but also because I’m healing up a serious head injury at the moment and those cuffs restrict the healing.”. The injury part was a lie of course, he just didn’t enjoy his magic being meddled with (and was trying to get rid of the mind stone which refused to leave) and Thor wouldn’t leave him at the mercy of Midgardian healing knowledge… the rest of it was true enough, with the omission of Thanos, a threat Loki would only mention to the only one probably able to do something; the Allfather.

“I’m calling BS,” Clint said, barely after Loki had closed his mouth. Rude. “The guy is literally infamous for lying, and he also had that sceptre that he used to mess with peoples brains, and he was trying to bring an alien army through that portal thing, and he has no proof that he isn’t making this all up. So.” he finished off eloquently. 

They all shufted to the other side of the room and lowered their voices, presumably arguing over whether or not to trust him. Typical. This is what good telling the truth does.

Thor still stood with him though, and was trying to attach the handcuffs. Loki decided to store them in his pocket dimension just to make sure Thor didn’t accidently succeed. Thor pulled out another pair. Loki neatly placed those in the pocket dimension too. Loki could do this all day. 

The Captain, (their semi-leader? Loki was unsure how Tony and Steve had split the responsibility but it seemed to lean either direction at random) cleared his throat and addressed him, “We’ve decided the handcuffs… won’t be necessary since we don’t want to submit you to a hospital- ” 

“And because you wouldn’t be able to eat without your hands,” Tony cut in, presumably inviting him to the dinner Loki had mentioned, and got matching glares from Steve and Natasha in returned.

“But, we have also decided to test out Tony’s theory on how you lie because there’s no harm in not trying. After that you’ll be questioned by SHIELD and sent home.” Steve continued. He failed to mention what would be happening to the tesseract or mind stone which Loki thought was funny; as if Odin would let them keep three infinity stones on this planet. The thought that Odin may not even know what the sceptre and tesseract actually were crossed his mind but he dismissed it. 

Clint stepped forward and said, “Do a backflip,”. There was an expectant silence that followed as if they all thought he would obey the absurd command.

“You realise I am stuck to the ground, do you not? Even if I could do a backflip, I wouldn’t be able to like this.“ When the silence grew heavier and Clint’s ears had turned as red as they could get Loki decided to continue, “Also, I can’t do backflips.”  

The silence grew even heavier than before - if possible - and Loki watched as Barton received glares from basically everyone. 

He decided he should take advantage of this to suggest something that would be useful to himself and them. “How about you ask me not to attack any of you as we leave the tower?” He prompted. 

Natasha decided to speak instead, “Do not attack any of us indefinitely. In fact, while you’re at it, why don’t you magic me up some coffee.”. 

The request was simple enough. He hadn’t planned on doing anything to harm them anyways. All he wanted was to get on Asgard and wait for the mind stone to wear off. “Done.” Loki said, then, holding out a cup of coffee that appeared in his hand (it was from the café across the road, where ‘Nick Fury’, some guy whose lack of an eye reminded him of Odin, had been about to take his first sip) he offered the cup to her. He even winked and added a pleased to be of service thinking she would actually accept the coffee. Of course, she did not. 

“I’m afraid I don’t like the way the Director takes his coffee.” she said, a dangerous shine in her eyes, “Why don’t you drink it instead? I’m sure you’d love to drink the whole thing in one go.”. Natasha smiled nicely, as he said “whatever you say” and did just that. He hadn’t had coffee in a while so he might as well take the chance to taste it while he had some on him anyways. It was hot, sure, but he could use magic to prevent it from burning him. He drank it in one go.

There was no sugar in it. Loki hates coffee. He knows he hates coffee but its not like he had much of a choice. It was fine though. As long as he willingly does everything they asked the stone wouldn’t have to come into play and take over for him. To hide their control he wouldn’t just have to do everything happily and for the purpose of ‘because I wanted to do it anyways’ but he would have to do it convincingly. 

That’s not too hard. He was a good liar after all. He could easily answer SHIELD’s questions then get to Asgard without them figuring it out…

“I cant explain how but it appears your theory was right, Stark, he’ll do whatever you ask if he is physically able to do. Good job on figuring it out.” Natasha said, winking at Loki when she was finished.

If he manages to get away now they’ll stop believing the true story he told them before. If he confirms that the stone is still affecting him they’ll know for sure that he has to do whatever they say. He watches each of them as they go through the stages of confusion, awe, disbelief and then settle on ‘confusion but with an attitude that says we are going to take full advantage of this discovery’. He stares at them in silence because he knows the only action he could take that won’t change any ridiculous demands they make will only confirm him as guilty for the crimes he (technically didn’t!) commit. 

Well, #$&*, he thinks.