#or like she get with like loki or zelda honestly

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

What’s a canon warrior cat couple that the fandom loves but you personally dislike/could never get into?

this is actually a really interesting question since i feel like the fandom dislikes... MOST of the canon couples LMAO or are very split on them, and the ones people DO like (cloudtail x brightheart, firestar x sandstorm, etc) i usually also like lol

i don't know if the fandom LOVES tree x violetshine, but i've never seen anyone really dislike the ship either and i... i don't like the ship lmao, like at all, like they're kind of cute in the broken code and if that had been the only thing i had read about them then i'd probably like it, but...

i don't really care about tree as a character, just in general, for some reason i just cannot get myself to care about him, like he SHOULD be interesting and neat, but for some reason i find him not BORING, but uninteresting, maybe BECAUSE of how uninterested HE is in the clans, it's only when he's actually invested in anyone or anything (like how he was invested in helping and protecting his son and family in tbc) that i become more interested in him

but more than that though... him getting with violetshine just feels really forced and... weird... like tree was an ADULT who met her MOTHER while she was pregnant with her and pebbleshine was like "i feel like our destinies are intertwined" and it's like, yeah, he's gonna help your unborn daughters see you and then marry one of them, he also helped needletail, essentially violetshine's foster/adopted mother/sister, when she was an apprentice and he was AN ADULT

like, we don't know how much older he is than her exactly, but i think when tree's roots came out i was able to estimate that he was probably roughly about the same age as pebbleshine was when they met, which pebbleshine was very young when she had her kits, probably only like less than a year and a half or around that age, which normally that age gap wouldn't really be that weird or bad, ESPECIALLY since they technically met when they were adults, but the fact that tree was just so... involved and intertwined with violetshine's mother and foster/adopted mother/sister and then he was like "oh i am in love with the child of the mother i helped keep safe before she gave birth to said child" is so

WEIRD to me??

[callunavulgari]

Year in Fic | 2023

How many fics did you write this year? What was your total wordcount?

This was a very, very depressing year for me fic-wise. I didn't think it was possible, but not only did I write less that I did last year, but I wrote SIGNIFICANTLY less than I did in 2022.

In 2023 I wrote 11 fics, for a total of 39,450 words. Which is uh, almost half what I did in 2022. And 2022 was a slow year for me. But! I will give myself a bit of grace considering I spent most of the year being neurotic about wedding planning.

Fic Roundup!

so damn sloppy | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4,557 words | Steve smiles, leaning forward just a little bit, and is rewarded by the sight of Eddie swaying towards him as if hypnotized. “We gonna stop pretending that I’m here just for a movie?”

into the unknown | LoZ | Zelda/Ganondorf/Link | 8,017 words |  “What do you think, princess?” Ganondorf asks, cocking his head. “Would having your young knight here with us make the marriage bed more palatable?”

just a little bit closer, baby | Stranger Things | Chrissy/Eddie/Steve | 2,734 words | “He’s sure, Chrissy,” Steve says, voice warm.

Ghost Story | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 2,559 words | Eddie wakes to darkness. 

mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 1,611 words |  “Just— Christ, Steve. Fuck me, already. Fill me up, put a baby in me or whatever weird hetero bullshit your brain has a boner for, just do it.”

the icarus to your certainty | Marvel | Loki/Thor | 1,687 words | “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” Loki asks softly, his mouth twisted into a strange, sad little smile.

build your altar here | Star Wars | Reylo | 5,486 words |  When Leia had first offered up Ben’s condo as a place for Rey to stay while she got back on her feet, she’d foolishly assumed that it was some kind of subletting situation.

for years or for hours | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 1,677 words | “What the shit are you doing?” Mobius hisses, and Loki— Loki is tired.

touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2220 words | “God,” Steve murmurs into Eddie’s mouth. “You look— I cannot deal with how you look right now.”

these, our bodies, possessed by light | Shades of Magic | Holland/Kell/Lila, Athos/Holland | 2,134 words | Holland tells her simply. “I want to go home.”

this house says your name like an elegy | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 6768 words | “Good night, ghost,” he says. “We can play tomorrow.”

Best story I wrote this year:

In my opinion? into the unknown was the only fic that I was TRULY proud of this year. Which isn't to say that the others were awful, but into the unknown was my passion project of the year. I saw a thing on twitter that made my brain go ping, and I sat down and said, yknow what, I'm going to write political marriage Ganondorf/Zelda. And then, I went, yknow what would be great? If we added Link, poly, and a great heaping pile of yearning. And it was! Great that is! It was fun to write and I'm really glad that I put it out there.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Honestly, into the unknown IS probably my favorite - BUT! A very close second is for years or for hours, which I wrote after watching the Loki finale a totally chill amount of times. I couldn't get over the idea of Loki and those timeloops, how lonely it must have been. How he could technically have everything that he wanted and then wipe the slate clean again hours later. I was also planning on writing another Loki fic, one where Sylvie and Mobius end up hooking up and living? traveling? together AFTER, but it just hasn't happened yet. Two people fucking because they're yearning for the same third is just catnip to me.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

This is actually interesting because my stats are pretty wildly different for kudos vs hits. Normally they're at least in the same ballpark. BUT! for years or for hours was definitely my top fic as far as kudos go by a pretty wide margin, coming in 742 kudos, 217 bookmarks, and 2,397 hits. so damn sloppy (a title that i hated IMMEDIATELY after posting) comes in second when it comes to kudos at 239.

But! If you measure by hits- build your altar here, otherwise known as the excessively smutty reylo fic that i wrote actually comes in first. Which is... weird? But hey, what do I know. Numbers are bonkers.

Story of mine most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

While I'm honestly always a little disappointed by the traffic my SXX Exchange and Yuletide fics get (I get it, they don't show up at the top of the page because they spend weeks unviewable before being revealed), I think my actual answer to this question is Ghost Story. It's one of the shorts that I did for my October challenge this year. 2.5k of Eddie waking up in the Upside Down undead, of him finding Steve's house and hesitating there on the threshold, of Vecna in his head, of him CHOOSING Kas as his own storyline, grasping at straws in the hopes that he'll be able to pull it off. I never go into something expecting kudos because that way lies madness, but I got... 11 kudos. No comments. And I don't know, that's always at least a little disappointing, but especially because I was proud of this one. I liked getting into Eddie's headspace in a horror setting. It was great! It was tragic! And I don't know, it just didn't get love. Such is life.

Most fun story to write:

Okay, so like. I wrote A LOT of smut this year. Almost every single fic that I wrote was either PWP, fix-it, or both. And almost every single one of them came easily (ha). The plot bunnies didn't fight me, they just happened. Which means that a lot of them were fun to write! The one where I got to work in Steve's breeding kink in the most hilarious way cracked me up. BUT! I got to write Steve/Chrissy/Eddie this year! I've been wanting to write it for ages and this year, for the first day of kinktober, I got to write Chrissy pegging Eddie while Steve fucks his face. That was just... an absolute dream.

Story that could have been better?

Maybe these, our bodies, possessed by light ? My Yuletide recipient's requests were of a crueltide variety. And I don't necessarily have an issue with writing that. I wrote it and I liked the end result, but where it comes down to it I'm still pretty uncomfortable writing non-con, even a character that is slowly healing from it. I do actually like how it ended. I think I conveyed what I wanted it to, the style was exactly what I was aiming for, I just haven't been able to shake the feeling that it could have been more. But if I'd made it happier or longer, I think I would have taken away from the point I was trying to make.

Story I wrote to fix things:

Definitely the icarus to your certainty. Some of the others are fix-its in the sense that certain characters are alive, others are fix-it fic not because they changed anything about the canon but because of the sense of catharsis. But the icarus to your certainty was a fic that I've been wanting to write for a while, one where Thor and Loki meet again. I've told this story a couple different ways since End Game, but this one feels more complete because I used TVA Loki. It wasn't just me talking out of my ass about suspected ways that Marvel could fix it, it was about the exisiting character meeting back up with a post-Love and Thunder Thor and going hey, I'm here, I'm not the same brother you watched die, but I'm still a Loki, I still miss you, I know what you lost. I did write it before watching the finale, so there's probably at least one more Thor and Loki reunion fic in me, but we'll see.

Longest completed fic this year:

into the unknown was my longest this year at just over 8k.

Fandom you enjoyed writing for most this year:

The fandom that I wrote the MOST of was Stranger Things, because Steddie is still dogging me even now, more than a year later. And it is certainly the fandom that I enjoyed reading the most, but I also really loved playing in the Tears of the Kingdom sandbox.

Favorite character you wrote this year:

I did like writing Ganondorf in into the unknown a lot, but this pleasure has to go to Eddie. He's just so fun.

Most memorable comment(s) this year:

I really loved all the comments that I got on for years and for hours! The comments from my recipients for the SXX exchange and Yuletide were amazing! I got a comment on the Silena and Clarisse fic that I wrote well over a decade ago! I got an adorable comment on the monsterfucking fishsex one earnestly telling me to keep doing what makes me passionate, even if it's... yknow, fishsex.

But honestly, this comment that I got on Rubatosis takes the cake. It just completely blows my mind that even know, almost a decade after I wrote the fic, I am STILL getting comments on it. And not just the comments that other older fic of mine get, but comments that are so heartwrenchingly genuine, thanking me, weeping and happy about it. I actually did a reread of it after I got this comment and while I can see all the places that could be improved on, I'm just still so floored, so PROUD, that it's something that came out of my brain.

Fics you wanted to write but didn’t:

I DO have an entire graveyard of fics in my googledocs that I've started and haven't finished but, in no particular order:

the steddie one where they hook up pre-series when steve is still king steve and eddie is dealing at one of his parties

the steddie hitchhiking one

the steddie coffee shop one that no one asked for

the gloryhole steddie fic from kinktober

ugh the akuroku farmer's market one about being punk and then getting older

the bodyswap geraskier one

the ust filled one-shot of Jericho and Sam Lloyd from the Diviners

the random plot bunny i got after reading hell bent where i wanted to write alex fucking darlington after the howling

the cnc sxx fic

the uh, vaguely necrophiliac sxx one because xue yang is a freak

the *cough* incest ship one where they find out they're related while fucking and neither stops (i may have entertained this as a han/luke/leia one-shot)

the alex/jonas oxenfree one that i wanted to write as a yuletide treat

the anastasia/dimitri one that i wanted to write as a yuletide treat

Oddest story:

god, probably the breeding kink one. mommy don't know daddy's getting hot. it's not even super intense! i just feel like eddie would be absolutely IMPOSSIBLE if he found out that steve had a breeding kink.

Hardest story to do:

I did fret about this house says your name like an elegy a little. I kept getting stuck describing the house and had to force myself past it.

Easiest story to write?

Again, most of the fics came pretty easily this year. build your altar here may have been the easiest? I'd just finished love theoretically by ali hazelwood and while i'd always known they were a reylo i didn't realize that i'd actually read some of their fic! anyway, read a couple reylo fics for nostalgia and then realized that i wanted to write a free use fic. All 5k of it came out in one sitting, it was nuts.

Most mining of your own history in one story:

I don't think any of them? I mean, maybe so damn sloppy if you count the fact that i've actually been in a family video before, but other than that? yeah, nothing.

Themes, or absence thereof:

A lot of smut, tbh.

Where did you publish/archive your stories?

Ao3, as per usual. I didn’t crosspost too much this year.

Story I haven’t yet written, but intend to:

i REALLY want to write the steddie ones that i didn't write this year, specifically the hitchiking and the pre-series one.

Sexiest moment (excerpt):

He fucks Eddie breathless. The corset isn’t helping, the pearls like a collar around his throat. He wants Steve’s hand in his hair, wants to be fucked until it hurts, but Steve is so gentle with him. 

There are tears in Eddie’s eyes when he finally surrenders, gasps quietly into the dark and says, “Please, harder.”

Steve doesn’t get a hand into his hair, but he does splay his palm out over the curve of Eddie’s throat, just under the pearls. The hold isn’t a tight one, his fingers loose enough that Eddie could slide right out of the grip if he wanted, but Eddie sobs a little, bucking up, wanting wanting wanting—

Steve fucks him harder. 

.

“Would you like to have him first, then?” Ganondorf asks her, a low whisper in her ear, and her legs clench tight around him, making them both groan as his cock jostles between them. 

“Please,” she says, and he makes a sound like a laugh, and pulls back, away, moving them so that he’s propped up against her headboard and she’s reclined against his front, her back hot where their skin touches.

Ganondorf makes an amused sound when Link hesitates, and his hands take hold of her hips and — mortifyingly — spread her legs open.

“Do you need me to tell you where it goes?” Ganondorf asks, almost conversationally, and Link narrows his eyes. 

It’s not— there was a moment, when she was younger, when she’d thought of this. Of what would happen if she could just take what she wanted. If she could have Link on his back in the hay of the palace stable or if he’d ever bear her down into the fragrant grass of Hyrule Field.

It was a silly dream. A girl’s dream. She’d never imagined this, her husband holding her open as Link pushes into her, but perhaps that was a good thing. She’d been an excitable girl.

He makes a noise when he first pushes into her that she’ll remember forever, even if they never get to do this again — a slight hitch in his breathing, like a hiccup, then a moan so soft it’s almost a whine. They are green, untested, so very new to this. She’s wanted this for so long and so hard that it doesn't even hurt. The rhythm is rocky and awkward when they start, but Ganondorf helps them find it quickly, his hands reaching out to steady Link's hips, coaxing him into a better pace.

It is perfect, even if it wasn’t what she’d dreamed. She gets to bury her face in his neck the way she’d wanted then, gets to hitch her legs up around his hips and clench him tighter, deeper, his fingers threaded with hers.

But it is over too fast, and her eyes are wet when he goes still inside of her. It’s too much. It’s not enough. 

Ganondorf gives them a minute, lets her shake, lets Link breathe. She hadn’t expected patience from him, but then, there’s a great many things about this night that she hadn’t expected.

“Okay,” she tells him when Link is collapsed backwards beside them, watching with hazy eyes as Ganondorf turns her to face him. His cock is between them, hard against her belly, and it’s so big that for a moment, she wonders if she’s ready for it. She can feel Link’s spend licking the insides of her thighs and knows that Ganondorf can feel it too. 

She looks at Ganondorf, chin held high, and says, “I’m ready.”

He is big.

His cock inside of her is such a tight fit that her breathing goes ragged as he’s fitting it into her. She’s sweating all over and it’s so much that she worries it will break her, that she’ll never be the same again. Link had felt good inside of her, a perfect fit, no pain, just frissons of pleasure up and down her spine as he moved inside of her, but this — this is nearly too much.

“It’s okay, princess,” Ganondorf tells her, petting her back once he’s completely inside. “You did good.”

.

Against all odds, the noise is what wakes her. She would have thought— well, she would have thought that she’d have woken to other things. The gentle rocking of the bed. The weight on her hips. Rey had assumed that if anything were to wake her, it would have been that first slow press inside her — her body yielding slowly to the blunt press of him between her legs. 

However it happened, the noise is what wakes her. She surfaces slowly, first latching onto the sound of the rhythmic thumping of the headboard striking the wall over and over again before her brain wakes enough to take note of the rest of it. 

She’s warm, that’s the second thing that she notices. Most of the time, Rey wakes with her fingers and toes freezing, and she’ll have to spend the first thirty minutes of her morning huddling for warmth beneath her blankets. This morning though, she’s overly warm, her blood already running hot, her chest and belly slick with sweat.

That’s when the rest of the details come to her. The heavy breathing above her. The warm sticky skin pressed to the bare stretch of her back. The creaking of the bed. Her own shallow breathing, little noises escaping her even as her brain comes fully back online. And of course, the feeling of a cock stretching her wide. She must have been wet, she thinks hazily, still halfway between waking and dreaming. Had she been dreaming? Or had he put his mouth on her before he’d bullied his way inside? They hadn’t really discussed the mechanics beforehand, only their wants and limitations. She’d wanted this, she remembered confessing. This specific thing, mentioned in the late hours of the night, her face flushed.

But he’d done it. She hadn’t thought that he would.

She’s still sluggish, but her body is already lighting up from the touch. Already awake and responsive, even as Rey starts to slowly stretch, her toes curling against the sheets as her palms scrabble for a grip to ground her. Ben rocks into her again, a particularly deep thrust, and a noise punches out of her, shocked and urgent.

She hears a chuckle from above her, and then his mouth is dropping to press against the sharp blade of her shoulder, lips dragging indulgently across her skin.

“Good morning,” he whispers, his own voice gritty with sleep. She whines under him, her fist finally getting a hold on the sheets, and he laughs at her openly, rewarding her with a particularly ruthless grind of his hips, pressing so deep that she rocks forward into the pillows.

He works a hand into her hair, and she’s— god, it’s so much so fast that she’s actually dizzy from it, so when he drags her up to her knees, she’s reeling, wobbly like a newborn animal. Her breath catches in her throat, her stomach tensing as he slides his palm down to cradle the shallow dip of her pelvis.

She doesn’t have to enjoy it, that wasn’t part of the bargain. The deal was anytime, anywhere— within reason, of course. She’d thrilled at the idea of it, imagining him bending her over the back of the couch, over the kitchen counter, imagined crawling into his lap during one of his shitty zoom calls and having him like that, where any one of his sleazy corporate overlords could hear her panting for him if he decided to unmute them.

She hadn’t thought that this would be his first move on the chessboard, that less than 24 hours after shaking on it she would wake to him inside of her, stretching her wide, the very first thing that she’d told him she wanted.

Anything, though. And just because she hadn’t imagined this happening the morning after they discussed it does not mean that she can’t enjoy it. 

He fucks her hard and fast after that, as if her coming awake beneath him has made him desperate for it. Her scalp aches under his grip, but the pull is a good one. She’s wet and aching, his cock so good, pressing so deep— she’d forgotten what it was like, what he could be like. 

She makes a noise, something quiet and pleased, and he must like it because he moans for her, his grip turning harsher, his thrusts more punishing. She wants to ask him for it, wants to tell him harder, but he hasn’t said that she can talk yet, so she bites her lip and holds on for dear life.

He comes inside her, letting out a long and guttural groan, his hips pressed flush against hers.

She’s trembling and she doesn’t want him to pull out yet, wants to come with him still inside her, but doesn’t—

“Touch yourself,” he tells her, his voice strained, cock still buried to the hilt inside her. She lets out a breathless little sob, already reaching, and it barely takes more than the press of her thumb to her clit before she’s coming, so hard that knees go out from under her. She bites down hard on her pillow to muffle the helpless little keen that makes its way out of her. 

Crackiest moment (excerpt):

Eddie is giving him shit when it happens. It’s been a little over a half hour since Eddie turned to him, bored and pouty about it, and asked if Steve wanted to fuck him.

“Obviously,” Steve could pretend that he’d replied, because that was smooth and cool, and not the reality of the weird grunting noise that he’d made in response, as if his brain had briefly forgotten that it was human and not still ape.

Eddie had snorted, but forgiven him this, and Steve had gone to work dutifully, because the reality of getting to fuck Eddie was still new and visceral. But then here they are, well past foreplay, and Eddie is giving him shit, cracking jokes, and Steve is still somehow completely hard. Which is to say, Steve is buried all the way inside of Eddie, balls flush against his sweaty ass, and absolutely breathless with laughter, trying to muffle the sound of it into Eddie’s shoulder when Eddie throws his head back theatrically and moans, “Yes, daddy, yes. Harder, please. Yes, Steve, put a baby in me already.”

And it’s—

He’s joking. Neither of them ever get even close to brushing against their mutual daddy issues. It’s a joke, the same way that the theatrical porn star moans he’s been driving Steve crazy with for the last half hour have been a joke. The same way that his nicknames getting more and more absurd every month is a joke. 

But Steve’s breath — it catches. He’d been halfway through another shaky thrust, tears still in his eyes, and then, at Eddie’s words, his movement stutters. He doesn’t quite gasp, but his exhale comes out shaky, a nervous huff of a noise.

Eddie goes still under him. He twists, peering around his own shoulder at Steve, his eyes wide and dark. He blinks and asks, “Really?”

.

“Fuck,” Eddie says again, voice thready. Steve tugs on his hair again, just enough to hear him hiss. “Just— Christ, Steve. Fuck me, already. Fill me up, put a baby in me or whatever weird hetero bullshit your brain has a boner for, just do it.”

Steve’s breath catches, his brain abruptly knocked offline. He doesn’t— later, he’ll try to wrap his brain around why this works for him. Try to figure out whether it’s the daddy issues, the unspoken desire for a kid, or just the idea of filling Eddie up with his come, but in this moment, the only thing that he can think of is those words in Eddie’s mouth, the reality of what he’s about to do. 

Steve’s a good, smart boy. Smart about this, at least. He likes to have sex. He’s safe about having sex. Even with Nancy, he’d never—

He fucks Eddie until he’s wailing, working his way up from the slow grind. Short, slow strokes, hard and deep. Harder, a little faster. It’s so much harder to fuck Eddie right like this, but it’s so intimate, tucked so tightly together that he can’t make himself move.

“Please,” Eddie is saying, and Steve isn’t even sure if Eddie’s aware that he’s talking out loud. He’s got his head buried in his arms, his body rocking forward every time Steve fucks into him, and his voice is throaty, his body shaking with every thrust.

“Please Steve,” he gasps, breathless, sweaty. He lets out an uneven moan at Steve’s next thrust, hard and deep, just the way Eddie likes it. “Do it, just do it, pump me full of your come, do it, please.”

Favorite dialogue (excerpt):

“Good morning, Princess,” Ganondorf tells her, still smiling. “That isn’t your usual guard.”

“No,” she tells him, and leaves it at that.

He hums thoughtfully, his eyes going to the guard again, and for a moment, she thinks that he may press the matter, as if it’s any of his business where Link may be, but after another moment, he drops it, leaving it with a polite nod.

They watch the birds in silence for some time. 

Ganondorf, as it turns out, has a bag of feed with him, which he offers her when the robins have finished what's on the ground and turn to eye them expectantly.

She dips her hand into the bag, delighting in the cool press of seeds against her knuckles, and comes out with a palmful, which she gently tosses to the grateful birds. As she watches, a few more descend.

“Do you come to this spot often?” Ganondorf asks as she brushes the lingering kernels from her hands.

She looks at him, wondering if she should say. If he does mean her harm, this place that she only comes to when she means to be alone would be a delightful place for any would-be kidnapper. But, on the other hand, if he is to be her husband, he will learn soon enough.

“Yes,” she tells him, reaching to brush her knuckles across the rose nearest her, the last few drops of morning dew clinging to the downy softness of its petals. “I love this place.”

“It is lovely,” he says. “Quiet, peaceful. I was happy to find a place to myself.”

She turns to look at him, curious despite herself. “Do you have a place like it? Back home?”

Ganondorf is still watching the birds, but as she speaks, he turns to her, his expression soft. 

“I do,” he says, sounding pleased. “We have orange trees growing in what passes for our garden. They grow in a small alcove tucked away from prying eyes. There’s a fountain there. It’s peaceful.” He seems to hesitate, then adds, “They smell divine when they’re in bloom. Perhaps one day I can show you.”

“Perhaps,” she replies, for politeness sake. She is her father’s only heir. He would never let her venture out into the desert, not even if she had all the guards in Hyrule with her. 

Perhaps, she thinks, when she is queen. If her husband has not attempted a coup by then.

They have drawn an entire flock by now, not only robins, but jays and turtle doves. They bicker amongst themselves for the seed, their chatter light and easy. She only wishes that her entire day could be this quiet.

“Are you looking forward to the feast tonight?” she asks, only half listening as she watches one of the larger jays wallop one of the doves with its wing.

“I never look forward to feasts,” Ganondorf tells her gravely, which surprises her enough that she lets out a sharp bark of laughter.

When she’s done laughing, she looks at him, tears in her eyes, and confesses, “Neither do I.”

.

“Looking for your knight, princess?” Ganondorf whispers out of the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t duck his head towards her, but there’s a barely noticeable tilt to his head that means he wants to, that he wants his lips pressed right up against her ear, where he can speak truly to only her. The whisper, she thinks, will have to suffice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispers back, her eyes finding Link’s even as the words leave her mouth. He is watching them, but there’s a faint crack in his mask, a flash of pain bare on his face for all of Hyrule to see before he catches her looking and schools it into careful blankness once more.

Ganondorf chuckles, a warm rumble that she can feel through her entire body, from head to toes.

“Of course, you don’t,” he tells her, something faintly mocking in his voice. It makes her hackles go up, spine straightening as she lifts her head to look at him.

He is looking down at her now, and on his lips is a smile that she hasn’t seen from him yet. It isn’t the soft private smile from this morning, nor is it the polite smile that he gives her father and the rest of court. This is a strange smile, just for her, and it appears entirely genuine. 

“Are you mocking me, sir?” she asks him.

“Perhaps,” he tells her, unexpectedly lifting her into a spin. She reels, a bit dizzy when he sets her back onto her feet. He smiles again, as if he’s laughing at her, and ducks his head to whisper in her ear, “Is it working?”

She blinks hard, finding Link over his shoulder again.

“Is what working?” she asks breathlessly.

She can feel his smile against her ear, the feel of it curving upwards. She shivers.

His lips move against her ear, his breath warm against her throat. “Am I making him jealous?”

She flinches. Not hard, but just enough to make her misstep. She corrects herself, but people have already seen.

There will be whispers. Rumors.

She huffs, and looks away from him, careful to keep her gaze away from Link.

“I told you,” she says coolly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughs again, but obligingly straightens, taking his mouth far out of her reach.

They dance in silence until the music stops.

Favorite lines (excerpt):

“You can, you know,” Mobius tells him, and Loki wants to ask what, wants to ask if that’s freestanding permission— to take anything he wants, anything he needs. 

“Can I?” Loki asks, his voice a rasp in the dark.

Mobius nods, his nose sliding against Loki’s. He’s holding his breath, Loki thinks, and that won’t do. Loki needs him to breathe. 

He kisses him. 

Mobius makes a thin noise, like he hadn’t really expected Loki to do it, then something heavier as his mouth slides open under Loki’s. 

Loki reaches, curling his fingers against Mobius’s cheek, pulling him closer, until they’re almost on top of one another. Loki wants— he wants a great many things. He wants to kiss Mobius until his breathing goes erratic. Wants to crawl backwards onto the desk and let Mobius have him there, just like this. Wants to touch him all over, map out every square inch of his body until Loki knows every whorl of hair, every wayward freckle.

“Mm,” Mobius hums as Loki breaks the kiss. Their lips make a wet sound as they separate. The sound of it is thrilling. It makes him want more. Mobius clearly is on the same page, his eyes flickering open slowly, watching Loki through slitted eyes. As Loki watches, he smiles and asks, “Feel better?”

He does, actually. 

The panic is ebbing, his heart regaining its normal rhythm, his vision no longer tunneling. He doesn’t feel as out of control now, like time itself is slipping away from him.

Loki licks his lips, ignoring the way that Mobius’ eyes linger on his mouth, and nods. He leans in for another kiss, this one shorter. He is very aware of the light of the loom, going ever brighter outside the window. Not long now.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mobius tells him, leaning smugly back against the computers when Loki has finished with him. He looks rumpled. His hair askew, his lips bruised. Loki wants to wreck him.

“Don’t worry about what?” Loki asks, distracted. 

Mobius jerks his head towards the loom, the timelines, the constant writhe of them against the blackness of the void. “That. Don't worry. You’ll get it right next time.”

Loki hisses, his head jerking up. He meets Mobius’ laughing eyes. Says, “When did you figure it out?”

Mobius shrugs, flashing Loki a look. “You didn’t get that good at physics overnight, Loki. Come on. How long have you been at this?”

Loki doesn’t know. Not really. He’s lost count. Lost count quickly even. “Too long.”

Mobius eyes him. He’s still reclined back against the computers, his elbows planted firmly under him, legs slightly splayed. Loki can see the length of him, hard in his slacks. It’s tempting. He is tempting. If they had more time, then maybe—

Mobius is still watching him, like he can see Loki's every thought printed out and set before him in real time. Who knows, maybe he can. 

“Next time,” Mobius tells him, like a promise. 

The light outside the window is growing brighter, the rattling of the entire structure around them getting louder.

Loki breathes. 

“You won’t remember,” Loki says, feeling a tug of… something at that. Hurt, maybe. Grief, perhaps— for this version of Mobius that his hands have touched, this version who won’t exist five minutes from now.

“Maybe not,” Mobius tells him with an unconcerned shrug. “But I can promise you I’ll be receptive.”

Loki snorts. “That sure of yourself, are you?”

Mobius’ smile goes soft, secret. A little sad around the edges.

“With you?” he says. “Always.”

.

Ganondorf is enormous, well over seven feet tall and thick with heavy, corded muscle, the bulk of him great enough that in the months prior to his arrival, the castle staff had seriously considered widening several doorways around the castle. And while she is glad to know that he is able to fit through their doorways without issue, his size is… intimidating.

His hair is swept up into a glinting gold crown, the color a deep russet red that’s several shades darker than the rest of his kin. He's bare from the waist up, his naked torso heavily adorned, golden hoops in his ear lobes, a heavy looking necklace of gold and ruby draped around his throat, intricate designs swirling down to just above his navel. Delicate chains link the neck piece to golden cuffs squeezed tight around his biceps and then, even further down, another pair of arm guards that run from forearm to wrist. There is even, she realizes, her face going red, a pair of simple golden hoops through two brown nipples. They glint back at her in the afternoon light, mocking.

Zelda, who had missed the first of the introductions during her inspection of her betrothed, blinks hard, head jerking up when she hears her own name echoing through the chamber. She turns towards her father, who is looking back at her expectantly. She has no idea what he’s said, but she can guess. 

She clears her throat, stepping forward until she is at the very edge of the dais. Her eyes find Ganondorf’s. 

His eyes are warm. Gold. There’s intelligence there – slyness and cunning, yes – but even as the force of his gaze holds her in place, she recognizes something more there. A challenge. The potential for cruelty, perhaps. It will be a game, she thinks, looking at him. He will do his duty. He will wed her and unite their peoples, even swear fealty to Hyrule. And yet, she’s somehow sure that he will spend the rest of their lives testing her, looking for cracks in her armor, waiting and watching for a chance to usurp her throne.

She watches as he goes down to one knee before her, and finds her mouth wet as he reaches for her hand, saliva pooling against her tongue. Suddenly, she is very aware of everything. Her father beside her. Link at her back. Ganondorf’s kinsman watching her with a careful blankness masking their curiosity. There are wolves in the castle and they are hungry.

“Hello, Princess Zelda,” he says, mouth quirking upwards into something that’s more smirk than smile. His voice is warm, smooth like liquid honey. 

“Ganondorf,” she makes herself say, willing her voice not to waver as she gives an estimation of a curtsy. It isn’t quite proper, but it is within the polite boundaries of etiquette. No one will be able to fuss.

His smile grows as his gaze flicks over her right shoulder, to where she knows Link is standing. She cannot allow herself to look, but she can guess that Link is likely standing there, his face carefully blank, the perfect soldier. She wonders what drew Ganondorf’s attention – a tightening of Link’s fingers around the hilt of his sword? A flicker of an expression around his mouth?

Whatever it is, Link holds Ganondorf’s attention for several long moments. Zelda can feel her hand begin to sweat against Ganondorf’s palm and longs to withdraw it. Then, Ganondorf’s smile goes a touch crooked, showing teeth, and still holding Link’s gaze, he ducks and presses his lips to her knuckles. Only then does he return his gaze to hers.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Ganondorf tells her, releasing her hand at last. Zelda can feel the burn of his lips against her skin, warmth blossoming outwards, sending seeking tendrils crawling down her wrist. She has to fight the urge to hide her hand behind her skirts.

She swallows again and makes herself smile, even as a shiver runs through her. “The pleasure is all mine.”

.

A hand touches her elbow and she flinches, expecting Link, but when she turns, it’s Ganondorf. He’s looking at her seriously, his heavy brows knotted. There is no calculating or cruelty on that face, only understanding.

“Wife,” he says, and that’s a little stab of agony as well, knowing that it is done, knowing that she is as good as shackled to the man next to her. “We don’t have to do this tonight.”

Her head jerks up, mouth parting. She’d expected cruelty, she realizes, looking into his eyes. Never in her wildest imaginings had she thought that Ganondorf could be kind. 

It is a sweet offer, but a barbed one, as well. Even if she were to put the night off – how long would he wait? A week? A month? Years? What if she never wished to bed him? Would he allow that or would he go to her father and declare the marriage contract null. 

No, better to get this over with.

Zelda swallows and shakes her head. Her eyes go to Link, standing just to the left of Ganondorf. His face is like stone, still refusing to look at her. He will hold vigil, here at her door. He will… hear. She’s known that all along, but now, it’s like an arrow in her gut. She shouldn’t have kissed him. 

There’s a soft sound in the hallway, a quick inhalation, and her eyes go to Ganondorf, who is looking down at her with something like realization. A knowing. Even a soft smugness.

“Oh,” Ganondorf says, voice thick with understanding. Her heart drops as Ganondorf looks between them, face creased. “It is like that, then. I had wondered.”

Link doesn’t look up at either of them, his jaw merely tightening as he stands straight under Ganondorf’s gaze.

Ganondorf laughs, a soft thing, colored with amusement, as he leans back against the door to her rooms. Light from Zelda’s candle glints off of his crown, off of the plate of gold laid over his chest. He’s still looking between them. 

“Hm,” he says once he’s finished laughing, reaching for Zelda’s hand. She gives it to him, her heart hammering in her chest, and sucks in a quiet breath when he steps forward and gently draws her over the threshold to her rooms. He takes the candle from her, setting it into the waiting sconce, and looks back over his shoulder at Link, who is still stone-faced and silent at the door.

He quirks an eyebrow at him and says, “Well, aren’t you coming?”

Shock explodes across Link’s face, blue eyes going wide as a ruddy blush instantly colors his cheeks. His mouth drops, lips parting as a huff of surprise leaves him. He stares at Ganondorf, open-mouthed, the emotion bleeding back into him all at once. 

He glances towards Zelda, as if looking to confirm what he’d just heard.

Zelda, who finds that her mouth is also open, only shakes her head in disbelief. 

Link’s eyes go back to Ganondorf’s, only to dart away again, skittish.

Ganondorf chuckles again, stepping forward until he’s once again looming in the doorway. He cocks his head, as if curious, eyes running up and down Link’s body, heavy with intent.

“I will admit,” Ganondorf tells him, that same strange smile playing around his lips as he reaches out, brushing a wayward curl from Link’s face. “It’s been some time since I had a boy in my bed, but having the both of you won’t be such a hardship.”  

He casts a glance over his shoulder towards her even as his palm slides up to cup Link’s cheek, an almost proprietary grip, his thumb coming to rest at the corner of Link’s mouth. She’s shocked to realize that she wants to see what would happen if Link opened his mouth and sucked it in. 

Ganondorf must see something of her thoughts on her face, because he laughs again, louder, a rumble deep in his chest. 

“What do you think, princess?” Ganondorf asks, cocking his head. His smile is wide, knowing. “Would having your young knight here with us make the marriage bed more palatable?”

Fic goals:

No goals this year, I don't think. Only to write what I want to write. And as per my resolution, work on the original work as much as I can.

[multbasa]

Media relationships and fan ships that I dislike always fall under the same categories:

1. Angry bickering="chemistry"

I can't stand tropes like this especially among straight relationships in media. I find it incredibly irritating. An example of this is the movie "When Harry Met Sally"—I hate that movie so much and I hate any fictional depiction of a relationship that resembles it.

Teasing and rivalry is different. It's when the bickering is mean spirited or bitter that it crosses the line for me. The years of "he picks on you because he likes you" BS bubbles up and makes me want to puke honestly.

2. Alternate universe (often gender swap)

I just dislike this. It feels like some sort of egotistical masterbation or something but often with swapped genders to make it straight. The idea of a relationship between those who are just alternative versions of each other just bothers me, so I don't like ships with that element. I just find it weird. This is common in certain fandoms and is seen in shows like "Loki" where it's depicted as some sexual fantasy.

3. "She can fix him"/predator x prey dynamic

This trope is everywhere and so overated. I am honestly so sick of it. This could even apply to non straight relationships but it's just so common for straight media.

I find that one character in the relationship is often infantalized while the other is depicted as a creep or violent jealous freak which can be applied to any orientation. I just find it so annoying personally, so I don't enjoy media that depicts this kind of dynamic.

I find the more submissive, innocent or gentle half of the pair to be annoying while I find the dominant, mature, aggressive half to be infuriating.

...

I am honestly really picky when it comes to romance in media or fan content because I'm personally not interested in amorous relationships. I tend to like relationships that are platonic or queer platonic simply because I find those kinds of bonds to be significantly more meaningful and impactful to me. It's why I say that a lot of my "ships" are "friendships" because the platonic aspect is just as important if not more important than the romantic aspect. Some relationships skew more platonic or more romantic but the base is usually a canon platonic bond.

Relationships with this kind of energy 👇 is my absolute jam.

Spirit Tracks Link and Zelda, my beloved. (Who do I need to sell my soul to get this game remake on modern hardware). Not tagging Zelda to keep my personal rant out of the tags.

A lot of people complain about platonic relationships being cannibalized by romance or ships, but the way I feel about the ships that I enjoy is to emphasize the platonic aspects of the relationship. Romance is secondary to me.

Anyway, I'm procrastinating on studying at the moment, so I'm going to leave my thoughts there. I just felt like ranting a bit today.

[alexjcrowley]

Lokius Midnight in Paris AU (there will be spoilers for the movie)

Someone has been messing with the Sacred Timeline. Heck, they have been travelling through time, multiples times in just a few days!

Loki has to investigate undercover, so he pretends to be a certain famous Midgardian author, F. Scott Fitzgerald (after threatening the real one to gut him like a fish if he didn't hide for as long as Loki needed to find his variant. At least the guy knew what a fish was.)

The problem is that his variant is...nope, nope, they just look alike. I mean, they are different people, Loki knows, but is it possible that on his first mission alone he gets to meet Mobius's doppelganger?

Which is fine, because Loki doesn't have a crush on Mobius. Come on, who could ever get a crush on Moby, right? He is this boring, annoying, soft, too soft!, kind, trustworthy, loveable, but just that much of a bastard...okay, okay, maybe Loki has a crush on Mobius, but he is working on it, alright? It's just that it's been a while since someone showed to trust and believe in him and Loki is a little overwhelmed, nothing more, he doesn't really like Mobius like that.

But, would he deny that it's very pleasant to hang with this Mobius look-alike who is always telling him how he is his model and how smart and clever he is? He wouldn't.

And they spend time together (yes, Loki knows he's delaying the mission just for his own interest, but hey, he's Loki, what would you expect?), but then this guy- his name is Gil- just solves his own nexus? Decides to leave the girl he thought he loved, leave his wife and everything is good again?

"Why did you leave her?"

"Well, Scott, she- she was in love with another time, and I understood she would have never be happy and-"

"But weren't you in love with her?" Loki asks.

"I...I thought as much, but maybe not. And then, I mean, two different timelines, who knows how much I could have stayed in the '20s, it wasn't meant to be-"

"What do you mean with 'it wasn't meant to be'? Just because you come from different times now you can't-"

"Hey, Scott, are you...are you alright?"

"Scott" is, in fact, not alright. Loki is not alright.

"If she had been the love of your life, you would have left her? Just because of...technical difficulties?"

"Maybe? I don't know. If she had been the love of my life, she wouldn't have left me for the Belle Époque, don't you think?"

"Yes, but focus on the time difference now."

"Okay, okay, then...then I think..."

"Had she been the love of your life..."

"Yes, had she been the love of my life, which she was not...no, I don't think I'd let time stop me. You may know better than me, Scott, Omnia vincir Amor, right? Hey, is this about you and Zelda? Something happened?"

"No, nothing at all, the usual, you know."

"Hey, hey, I know things are...complicated between you two, but I know that you truly love her. And I know that she truly loves you. Okay, she can be a bit eccentric, sometimes, she has...many problems with alcohol and maybe you should talk about those, but if you are sure you love her, don't you think you can work it out?"

"You think...you could truly love someone even if they have...many problems?"

"I think you will never find a love story without any problems. And then, you and Zelda? I mean, you, you are, wow..."

He said "wow" exactly as Mobius did, Loki couldn't help but smile.

"You are perfect together. A mess, but perfect. You couldn't love any other like you lover her and it's the same for her! You could survive...God, you could go over all the timelines of this universe and still be madly in love. Me and Inez, we chose different paths, but you...you would choose eachothers."

Part of Loki kept repeating to himself that Gil was talking about Scott and Inez, not him and Moby, he and and Moby weren't even...it was all probably in Loki's head, but still.

The possibility they chose eachothers over The Sacred Timeline, over the TVA.

If just they really loved eachothers, right?

And Loki was sure to really love Mobius.

"Gil, you...you have to go. You have to go back your time."

"You are right. Also, I wouldn't have expected you to believe me when I said I came from the future, but you really are full of surprises. Didn't know you believed in time travels."

"Oh, trust me, I do believe in that and in so much more."

When Loki went back to the TVA, Mobius greeted him with a smile.

"So, first mission without me, must have been a relief for you."

"Oh, Moby, don't you know you are always on my mind?"

Sorry, this is not great at all, but I really wanted to write something on this AU.

Might delete it, honestly.

[maiamaiden]

since these are atlus hating hours i’m gonna post my post-game goro headcanons finally after 2 years because i don’t fucking care anymore. probably disjointed because me bad at words. p5 spoilers and brief self harm/suicidal thoughts mentions below. also pls d.on't r.eblog

Goro ends up outside the government building after Shido’s palace explodes (don’t ask questions Ryuji did it so fuck off). Sae finds him and takes him to the hospital and he’s in a coma for 2 weeks during all the Y.aldabaoth stuff and that’s why Sae has to have Ren testify against Shido instead. She can’t tell the others about Goro because of Security reasons (he’s under police protection huzzah - but only police Sae approves of know about him). Uhh the bullet wound from his cognition wasn’t fatal also, but it is the main reason he was in a coma.

After he wakes up he’s really like...what’s the word uhhh private? He won’t really talk to anyone but Sae tries to talk to him. She’s in charge of his “affairs” I guess you’d say? She knows about everything that happened re: Goro’s past, because Shido confessed everything during interrogations, and she wants Goro to get better. From here on out she will be known as Mama Sae in my head.

For a long time Goro is suicidal and he cuts himself a lot so they had to remove all the sharp objects in his hospital room. Sae gets him a therapist (it’s M.aki S.onomura ;p) but he refuses to talk to her for a long time. Eventually Maki gets him to open up little by little though, with Sae’s help (I’m on the fence about her bringing up Personas honestly, since she would be able to sense that he’s a Persona-user). Speaking of Personas, he lost Loki and Robin Hood (because I mean c’mon he does not have a good grasp on his emotions). Without them he feels really vulnerable and even more lonely than usual.

That’s kind of the most cohesive part of my headcanons. Everything else is kinda super disjointed and just random thoughts:

He’s in the hospital for at least a year recovering and doing therapy.

The P-Thieves do find out about him eventually but I’m not really sure when or how (usually in my daydreams one of them - Ann or Ren most often - happens to stumble on him in the hospital when one of them is there either visiting someone else or w/e).

He doesn’t want to see the other thieves like... ever. He thinks he doesn’t deserve to see them again.

Ann and Ren (can you sense a pattern here lol) push to see him the most and he does eventually give in.

Once they’re able to make regular visits Haru brings him cake and flowers.

Futaba brings him video games.

Slightly unrelated but relevant later: Ren moved back to Tokyo after being treated poorly by his parents and lived in Leblanc for awhile before saving up and getting his own apartment.

After Goro leaves the hospital he moves in with Ren

Goro. Gets. Glasses. This is very important.

One day Ann, Ryuji, Goro, and Futaba play Mario Party. Ryuji wins. Futaba’s fuckin pissed.

Futaba makes Goro play like a million games. His favorites are cute Zeldas (ALBW, That fuckin...Link’s Awakening remake..), Animal Crossing, and 3D Marios.

Goro’s favorite Mario character is Rosalina (I’m...not...projecting......shut up...)

Goro doesn’t like most action games because they stress him out.

There’s probably more but idr and I’m sleep goodnight.

[valorinclined]

@alispun said...

🎰 for your fe & original muses + zelda, and feel free to pick through whoever u want on my list! (meme / slowly accepting )

tetra & zelda: !! oh worm! honestly i’d. really love to do some sort of...a.tla type “meeting your past lives” thing here, to have tetra and zelda or smth. honestly, with tetra being a pirate and all and still being A Zelda, it would be. really comforting to meet her and know that she’s not just some mess up of a princess. 

lysander & cassandra: !! this could be interesting too! cassandra’s basically just. a wanderer in her awakening verse, trying to help as many people as she can with skill with her sword, and i like to think they’d at least? get along? idk!

leilani & lissa: NIECE NIECE NIECE NIECE-  ok but!! let lissa fuss over her niece. whether it’s future lissa or present lissa, she!! would absolutely adore leilani tbh!!

slgyr & loki: L M A O i can’t see this. going any other way than “enemies” but i mean. i do hc that loki really was the mastermind behind muspell’s declaration of war so...au where loki didn’t go to muspell, but nifl instead?  

cordelia & minerva: oh!! this could be!! really good!! minerva would really respect cordelia’s ability on the battlefield, and would seek her out to get to know her better off the battlefield. 

[storiesofwildfire]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

tagged by: @ofspaceandmyth  tagging: whoever wants to have this on their blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse?

Honestly? I ship Loki with chemistry. Yes, there are some canon pairings that I enjoy quite a lot outside of rp, but when it comes to rp, it's more about how the muses get along and how the muns get along. I’m not gonna prioritize finding someone of a muse I ship Loki with over someone I hadn’t considered before. For example, one of my favorite pairings for Loki is FrostIron, however, I have not had a longterm Tony or the ship on my blog in quite some time.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

As long as both I and my partner are comfortable with something, I’ll do just about anything. Smut, I can be a little iffy on. I really have to trust my partner ooc in order to do really smutty threads with them and usually prefer to keep smut to a minimum, but honestly? There’s not a whole lot I’m not willing to explore in a ship. Healthy ships? Great. Platonic ships? Fantastic. Toxic and/or abusive ships? Yeah, bring it on, I believe fiction is a place to explore everything, dark or otherwise.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Because most of my muses on this blog are literally over one thousand years old, age differences are expected. For Loki, specifically, he’s extremely chill with age gaps. It’s all about their cultural age. Loki doesn’t tend to date younger than someone culturally equivalent to himself. Basically, anyone under the age of a “young adult” or someone in human standards who’s younger than their mid-twenties is probably a huge no-no. Ironically considering Loki spends so much time with people who are technology younger than him, he tends to go for older individuals.

Are you selective when shipping?

Yes. If there’s chemistry, I’m always open to a ship, but I won’t promise someone a ship until our muses have interacted and are given the chance to feel it or we, the muns, that plotted a lot ooc and have figured our muses can click. I love ships, but not for the sake of shipping.

Also, I have run into a similar problem with multiple people where they only want to ship with Loki if and when Loki is male. They have glossed over Loki being gender fluid. They have glossed over Loki being a shapeshifter. They do not want to interact with Loki unless Loki has a cock and balls and nothing else. They do not acknowledge that Loki is a mother. Honestly, I have so many people treat Loki like a cisgender male and still want me to ship with them and I can’t. I literally cannot. So this makes me even more selective of shipping. A person needs to be able to accept Loki as a man, a woman, both, neither, and everything in between because Loki is Loki, regardless of form or preferred pronouns. 

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Uh??? If they’re naked and they’re naked because their intent is to have sex then that’s when.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Loki x Heimdall ( @vanirbound​ )

Loki x Bruce Banner x Hulk ( @rationalunreason )

Loki x Winter and/or Bucky Barnes ( @notcompliant )

Loki x Eris ( @dominionovershadows )

Loki x Fandral ( @fandralxthexstabulous )

Loki x Xiomara ( @bornofbloodandwater )

Loki x Zelda ( @lameshsorsye ) - tho they are just now exploring their romantic intent

Loki x Torin ( @forsakenmyths )

Loki x Lei ( @forsakenmyths )

Loki x Steve Rogers ( @weightofmyshield )

Loki x Johnny Blaze ( @ofcharredbones )

Loki x Lara Croft ( @raidstombs ) - she has sadly been inactive for months though

Loki x Set ( @dcmncticivs )

Loki x Wynter ( @lxvingdeadgxrl )

Loki x Sebastian Castellanos ( @dominionovershadows )

Loki x Jekyll x Hyde ( @likesbeingbad ) - though we haven’t gotten to the shippy shippy yet

Loki x Tony Stark - though I do not have an active frostiron ship on this blog, i just love frostiron a lot

Loki x Egil ( my own muse )

Loki x Vera ( my own muse )

Loki x ObiWan Kenobi - this takes place off tumblr, though

Loki x Poe Dameron - also takes place off tumblr

So basically a lot of OCs and a lot of canon characters that honestly started off because I loved the mun’s portrayal a lot more than being predetermined on a ship.

Any pairings you aren’t willing to ship?

Loki x Sigyn ( logyn ) - yes, okay, I know they are a canon ship in Norse mythology and some comic arcs, but in Marvel comics, Loki almost always hates Sigyn and in Norse myth, their relationship is not authentically genuine in my opinion. Sigyn didn’t like Loki until Loki pretended to be someone else and once she agreed to marry him, she was bound by her oath, not by love. People highly romanticize Loki x Sigyn when, in reality, their relationship was more or less based on convenience and both of them likely slept with other people while being married. There’s even room to argue that Loki and Sigyn’s son(s) were not actually Loki’s. If people don’t overly romanticize them, they like to play on the idea that Loki is abusive to Sigyn and Sigyn stays because of her loyalty and I honestly? Hate that a lot too. 

Loki x Darcy ( tasertricks ) - yeah, I know it’s popular in the fandom--at least, it used to be--but I don’t see it. I don’t get it. I don’t like it. I don’t ship it.

Loki x Thor ( thorki ) - if you’re gonna ship thorki, just admit that it’s problematic and unhealthy and yes, incest. If you cannot admit that or gloss over the fact that they are brothers, I’m just not interested, and I really just? Don’t enjoy the fandom’s love of the ship without the development or the acknowledgment that it’s not a standard romance and is, in fact, incest.

Loki x Hela ( does this even have a ship name? ) - this just makes me uncomfortable all the way around because in my canon, Loki is the mother of Hel and even separating that from MCU, it’s still... weird. It’s weird to me.

Loki x Natasha ( blackfrost ) - I’m not... exactly opposed to this ship, but I’d have to have an extremely special Natasha to make it work.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

I would prefer you at least come to me and say “hey, I kind of ship our muses, can we talk about it?” I hate having someone just throw their muse on mine ic when I was not at all prepared for it.

How often do you like to ship?

If the chemistry is there, then I ship it.

Are you multiship?

Yep! Did you see all the ships I just listed?

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I love shipping, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not here just for the shipping. Loki needs friends. Loki needs family. Loki needs enemies. It doesn’t always have to end in a ship, y’know, and I’d rather not force one if one or both muses and muns are not feeling it.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

My love of my ships truly does come from my partners so I would not be willing to say that I love one ship more than another ship. 

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Talk to me about rping. 

Plot with me (I really do prefer plotting over winging it, so if we plot, chances are, I’m already in love.

Communicate with me ooc as we write because I tend to ship with muns I’m comfortable and friendly with ooc over people I don’t talk to ooc.

Allow my muse and your muse to just experience one another or gush at me ooc about them. If we chat about them ooc and see a scenario unfold where they might like one another, I’ll probably ship it.

Tell me if you ship our muses, even if it seems like I don’t. We can always talk about it.

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An Overanalyzing Overture

To the vast nameless and faceless void of the Internet, hello.

           My name is Ariette, and if you couldn’t tell by my screen name, I like to overanalyze things.  It’s a habit I’ve developed over the years, and it drives my mother insane.  To be clear, it isn’t that I hate everything that I play, watch, read, etc., it’s just that I find it fascinating to break things down into simple concepts that can be studied.  Why do some things work while others fail?  How does my worldview (and the worldviews of others) influence my perspective of the various forms of entertainment I engage with?  To put it simply, why do I like what I like? Sometimes that answer can be found, while other times it remains elusive.  It is a process I enjoy regardless of the results however, and I hope you will enjoy overanalyzing along with me.  

          For my first post I figured it’s best to keep it simple, so we will start with one of my favorite things: a list.  Actually it’s more like a game of 20 either/or questions in a list format, but you get the point.  This is a fun way for me to give you, the reader, a chance to see the sorts of things I enjoy discussing.  I assure you however, that this is not a comprehensive list of the topics I want to cover in my posts.  These were just the easiest topics I could turn into either/or questions.

1) Marvel or DC?  (I might as well start out with one of the most predictable questions right?)

Marvel.  That is entirely thanks to the recent Marvel Cinematic Universe however.  If you had asked me this question when I was a child the answer would definitely have been DC.  I enjoyed The X-Men cartoon growing up, but that was the only real exposure I had to Marvel till the first Tobey Maguire Spiderman film was released.  As for DC, I adored the 1990’s animated Batman series as a kid, and I also consistently watched The Justice League and Teen Titans as well.  As an adult though, I am far more invested in the MCU.

  2) Batman or Superman?

Batman.  Even as a child I found him to be a more compelling character.  He has a complexity and vulnerability that makes him far more relatable to me.

  3) Team Cap or Team Iron Man?

Team Cap.  I don’t dislike Iron Man, in fact the first Iron Man film is still one of my favorite of the Marvel movies, but my beliefs and ideals align more with Captain America’s worldview.

 4) Star Trek or Star Wars 

Star Wars.  Now I’m not one of those people that believe you can only like one or the other, but I do prefer Star Wars.  Star Trek is fun, but I’ve only seen the original TV series (which I loved) and the three reboot films (which I loved, didn’t care for, and liked all right... in that order).  As for Star Wars, I’ve seen all the films, played some of the games, read some of the books, watched both of the TV shows, and made a set of Mandalorian armor.  So yea, you might say I’m into it.  

  5) Jedi or Sith?

Honestly, I wouldn’t do well in either order.  If I had to guess however, I think I would likely be a Grey Jedi.

 6) Clone Wars or Star Wars Rebels?

Star Wars Rebels.  That’s a really tough question to answer though, and I could probably write a rather lengthy post about the pros and cons of both shows.

  7) Since they are basically the same character… MCU Loki or Kylo Ren? (Key word basically, I know they have their differences.)

MCU Loki.  Yes, I do need to specify MCU Loki as opposed to the version found in the comics and the actual Norse god they are both based on.  A comparison of MCU Loki and Kylo Ren and a comparison of the different adaptations of Loki would both be interesting future posts as well…

  8) Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones?

Lord of the Rings.  I’ve never seen Game of Thrones, but if I had to guess, I would say there is too much needless nudity in it for my taste.

  9) Hobbit, Human, Orc, Wizard, Elf, or Dwarf?

I wish I was an Elf, but I’m probably just a Human.  I can say with certainty that I’m not a Hobbit. Their love of food is just something I don’t have.

  10) Hand Drawn or 3D Animation?

Call me old school, but I prefer hand drawn animation.

  11) Which would you rather listen to, a Movie’s Orchestral Score or a Movie’s Soundtrack?

A Movie’s Orchestral Score.  No competition there.

  12) Sega, PlayStation, Nintendo, X-Box, or PC?

Nintendo.  My brother and I only owned Nintendo console and hand held games growing up because my mother knew she didn’t have to supervise the games we were playing as closely. I’ve tried out other consoles owned by friends, but my preference for the Nintendo has carried over into adulthood.  

  13) Mario or Legend of Zelda? 

Legend of Zelda.

  14) Pokémon or Digimon?  

Pokémon.  

  15) Yugi and the Dark Magician or Seto and the Blue Eyes White Dragon?

Seto and his Blue Eyes White Dragon.  The Dark Magician Girl is my favorite card though, with Blue Eyes coming in at a close second.

  16) Books or Movies? 

Books.  I love using my imagination to create a mental picture of what I am reading in my mind.

  17) Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin?

I’m a proud Slytherin.

 18) Disneyland or Disney World?

Disney World.  I’ve never been to Disneyland.

  19) Disney or Universal? 

Disney.  The Harry Potter portions of the Universal parks are amazing, and I love the Mummy ride, but the number of actual coasters in the two parks is starting to dwindle as they continue to add 3D simulator after 3D simulator.  Disney just has more variety in terms of special events, attractions, and shows.  

  20) Geek or Nerd?

It depends on your definition of those two words.  By my own definition I am more of a Nerd. I’m not techy enough to be a Geek.

             There you have it, twenty random questions that I hope have helped you to get to know me a little better.  Now if you read that list and went “Ugh I don’t like any of these topics,” never fear. As I said before, my posts are certainly going to cover the things on this list, but they will not be limited to them.  I am a huge fan of opera, music, the Twilight Zone, films of all types, documentaries, literature, baking, and the list goes on and on.  All that to say, I can and will ramble on about a number of different topics with little regard to proper form or grammar, and I hope you will join me on this silly little analytical adventure.  

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New York Recap

I am really sick so this’ll be short sweet and simple(enough) very long and under a cut

My travel anxiety SUCKED on my way to New York and I got there 20 minutes late but all it took was one hug from my boyfriend to make it all better(I have not seen him in 9 months)

That night we went to the Japan Society art exhibit which was really really neat and about gender(though a few of the paintings were explicit). They had a little café/bar setup with a live band playing and it was just really really neat. Also, if I am remembering the painting description correctly, Geisha were originally all men

I think we ate at Applebees that night.

The following day we visited my old haunts- Nintendo Store(where he found a Legend of Zelda sheetmusic book and a Venusaur, and we looked at their collection of old consoles and watched a couple people try out the new games), Sunrise Mart(Four words- Chocolate Chip Melon Pan), Bookoff(Where I found all seven volumes of the anime Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok and all were under 7 bucks except for one that was like 8, naturally I bought all seven and now have a show to binge.Also found some Morning Musume concert discs/Single Vs but couldn’t remember what I already had so I let them be. Talked myself out of buying a Tsunku album.), and Kinokuniya(Café Zaiya’s sakura mousse was absolutely fantastic and I FOUND BOTH MOMOCHI AND KARIN’S PHOTOBOOKS AND A C-UTE ONE TOO but they were like 40 bucks a pop and he had to do everything in his power to stop me from buying them though honestly I should’ve bought C-ute’s). We ate at the hotel restaurant I think, it was okay but I started getting a sore throat.

That same night, we ended up going to the Ripley’s Museum(whish was really fricken neat, I’ve been to the one in Atlantic City before but this one was quite different).

The next day and easily the best day of the trip we went to Mitsuwa Marketplace in Edgewater NJ for the first time since 2011ish. Started with the market itself and bough over 50 bucks of snacks and curry roux, then went to the café  for some curry and a Strawberry Crepe(is was so fricken good omg). We then moseyed on over to their Kinokuniya, got some chuckles at manga covers, read some Japanese childrens’ books, found a book about Maru.. And then went to eat again =w= I got a Ten-don zaru soba combo and he just nibbled on some pocky. After sitting for a while longer we checked out Little Japan USA(Used to be Mars toystore/traditional good store but they combined them) and my heart told me that in the one of three remaining Shippuden mystery boxes(which were like 15 bucks a pop) was the figurine I wanted so I chanced it and IT FUCKING WAS.

After that we walked a ways to check out a shopping plaza/the supermarket chain my love works for, took a stroll by the Hudson river, and then went back to Mitsuwa for one last quick snack of Taiyaki. At the bus stop we saw two people who also came from Mitsuwa and they were talking about Kpop so I was keeping to myself but then somehow we started talking and I said I was more into J-idols and it turned out one was a fan for like 10+ years now and actually went on a 30day concert streak just to see H!P concerts and they’re like a legend in my eyes now and we talked for the entire ride back to Port Authority and it was so cool. We walked back to the hotel fully content. We found a ramen chain close to the hotel that we were familiar with from our Philly trips and it was really really good, plus they were playing oldies music and SHARAMQ’S SINGLE BED CAME ON AND I GOT SO GIDDY I DROPPED MY PHONE

And then the day of the concert.

My cold started hitting hard so we went back to Sunrise mart, mainly for lunch/Choco chip melon pan but also so I could grab some facemasks. We walked Central park for a couple hours and rode the carousel and had a grand old time while I got the worst looks from white people for wearing a mask. Then we went to the Turnstyle underground market just to look, went into Lush so I could show him all the neat things, asked about the different flavoured toothy tabs and she was like ‘I can give you a couple of this one to try back home’ and I was like ok cool AND SHE GAVE ME LIKE 20

Then we get to the venue and after a long while in line and our bladders almost exploding we get in and get like the best possible view of the stage(it was standing room and as y’all might know I am one tiny guy) and the first band was really great, Gothic Knights, they were NY based and one of few lesser-known openers that were really really good and the singer was goddamn gorgeous

Then Hammerfall came out. They were great. The mosh pit behind us? Not so much. We had to move because my boyfriend kept getting bumped into and I was pissed because he was getting annoyed so the only place we could really go was behind a support beam which was conveniently also right under an air vent. By this point I’m starting to cough super duper hard and was so close to just saying ‘lets go back to the hotel’ But no. I traveled 9 hours from Florida to NY just to see these guys. We hit up Gothic Knights’ merch booth(The lead singer was right next to me and a. he couldn’t see me smile bc facemask so he just saw my sick-and-dead eyes and b. by the time I realized he was there it was too late to tell him how amazing he was), got a T-shirt and an album and I think my sweetheart helped me pay for it

By the time Delain got on stage I was like 100%done so we sat on the stairs until the staff yelled at us and then we stood on the stairs. I could barely hear, charlotte was off her game, and it was just such a disappointment. But I am pretty sure that Merel looked right at me and smiled which made my night

Hit up the main merch booth and spent far too much- Signed Hammerfall CD, Delain Moonbathers T-shirt, and a button set. We grabbed a quick snack for my boyfriend on the way back to the hotel but I was just far too sick. Think I fell asleep as soon as we got back.

He left the following afternoon and then I went to karaoke despite being very sick and entirely croaky. You should’ve heard me try to hit the notes in Shall we Love. Got to sing with one of my close friends for 2 hours and catch up briefly before I walked back towards the hotel. It was downpouring and I still didn’t eat that day so I went back to Terakawa for some ramen and heard even more oldies jams(Diamonds by PrincessPrincess, a Finger Five song, and hilariously enough the folk song Kasa Ga Nai aka Without an Umbrella). Took a nice bath and got ready for the next day’s departure.

It started out okay honestly. Watched some TV, mailed myself my snacks, ate a great breakfast at the Cosmic Diner(the food got to me within like 2 minutes of ordering) and then left an hour early for the Subway. Glad I did too, because if I took the 1230 and had all the delays that happened on the 1130, I would’ve missed my flight. The subway took like 40 minutes longer than it should have. But anyway, get on the flight, smooth sailing so to speak, but due to overhead compartments being full before I had gotten on I needed to check my carry-on.

So I’m waiting at baggage claim. The conveyor belt gets stuck. We get stuck there for like 30 minutes while they try to fix the jam. in that time I get a call saying my 8pm shuttle(which I got so I could have time to eat beforehand, my flight landed at 540) was cancelled. Started sobbing uncontrollably and my immune system failed yet again so I was feeling even sicker because of it, and still haven’t gotten my bag yet so I was scared I’d miss this shuttle bus too and be stranded. Then another person from the company calls and informs me that no, the 8pm was NOT cancelled and I can still take it. By this time it’s almost 7p and I’m sobbing to them on the phone and I go to get something to eat but I’ve lost my appetite and am feeling far too ill. I grab something small from a restaurant, head over to the lush in the airport and buy myself 2 bathbombs, a bubble bar and toothy tabs, and go to wait for my shuttle. It shows up about ten minutes early and�� everything goes smoothly. I ended up calling out of work for today because as the ride progressed I was getting progressively worse.

Got home, got bombarded by my cat who was extremely upset with me, took a nice bath and went straight to sleep.

Now after spending over an hour to type this up I’m going the fuck back to bed. Goodnight everyone and thank you for reading.