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[elenatria]

Never forget what I'm here for.

The Cast Of “Thor: Ragnarok” Plays Superhero Would You Rather

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Tagged by @thegreenmeridian

1. Favorite OC to write?

I hate OC’s. >__<  I hate their guts. Oh did I tell you I hate OC’s? 

I use them only as plot devices and my single OC is Herja Skrymirsdottir in my Thorki fic “The sun and the moon”. She’s the daughter of Skrymir the Frost Giant, Loki’s betrothed, and she’s only there to help Loki out of a difficult situation. I don’t hate her, she’s based on Eleanor Tomlinson (if you haven’t seen her in “Loving Vincent”, go see her now).

But honestly, I’d rather use existing characters.

My other “OC” (that is someone who doesn’t appear as a character in the “Chernobyl” series) is Vladimir Gubarev, the real-life recipient of Legasov’s tapes. 

And I’ve written him completely out of character because in “A single bullet” he actually likes Boris Shcherbina and even trusts him with Valery’s cat (and his last tape). Imagine that.

2. Dialogue or Descriptions?

Dialogue. Because I suck at descriptions.

3. Favorite plot twist?

I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you.

4. Favorite Cliche?

Mutual secret pining.

5. Favorite season?

Summer. I take my sofa out in the garden and write in the shade of the trees, my only distraction being the turtle eating flowers that have fallen off the branches and the kittens playing at my feet. Summer, the only time when I can travel abroad to chase impossible goals.

6. Writing by hand or on a computer/phone?

Computer because I can’t read my own writing. Still all my sexy dialogues/snarky one-liners are in hand-written notes on my bedside because that’s exactly when my mind says “Note that down, you’ll need it for your Valoris fic!”. Yeah, when I’m trying to sleep. -__-

7. Music while writing?

Music while drawing. But I’d rather have my friends (or you guys) talking to me while I draw, I would finish in no time. It’s what I used to do when I was in art school, and I miss it so much. People talking help me concentrate.

8. Weirdest thing you’ve ever been inspired by?

I can only describe it in images.

9. Biggest no-no for a book? What will immediately make you put the book down if you see it?

I don’t read books, I wish I could. It took me a whole summer to finish “Chernobyl prayer” (but still I managed to finish it so that’s something).

10. What titles grab your attention in bookstores?

Titles? You mean “beautiful covers”, right?

11. Can you describe the color purple in one sentence?

Eggplant. Oh that’s one word, sorry.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it.

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Lol i love how we are all being so dramatic for Pacho 🙌🙌🤣

Lol you guys are Legion. Or maybe the Lernaia Hydra with the many heads, one body/a thousand souls (ok not a thousand, I guess there’s 3-4 of you sending me asks).

Hey, I’m fucking dramatic for Pacho too. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be screaming my own ears off, “WRITE THAT GODDAMN STORYYYYYYYY, I WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPEEEEEEEEEENS.”

No seriously. I’m like “You know what happens, it’s a movie that you’ve already seen in your head, and you still refuse to put it in words. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Also seriously, why aren’t fics written on their own, huh? I mean, “Chernobyl” was a fine example of bromance writing and if this was me 20 years ago I’d go “Meh, who needs fanfiction when the show itself offers you such exquisitely angsty/heartbreaking writing like this, and it’s fucking canon, don’t be greedy”.

My biggest fear is that I won’t get to finish a story I love. I do have some unfinished stories from GoT that I don’t care about, and I know that if I’m in the mood again, I’ll go back to my Hiddlesworth and Taikris stories as well, no rush.

But with my “Chernobyl” stories it’s different, I feel like I owe it to myself.

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Chris in Sakaarland: Chapter 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13839114/chapters/34390026

The following day Chris didn’t ask Taika how he had spent his birthday. He didn’t ask about Jemaine’s sudden appearance. He didn’t even ask him if he was feeling better. He thought all that was irrelevant to his work and if Taika had something to say, well, he’d say it. After all Chris was too tired to care about anything. He had spent the whole night staring at the ceiling.

Taika didn’t bring it up either. Chris thought he should confront him at some point, surely Jemaine had already told him they had bumped into each other in Taika’s front yard the night before but if Taika did know, he seemed to be outrageously calm.

Or just indifferent, Chris thought fiddling with Tessa’s sword.

“Will you stop playing with that dildo?” Taika woke him from his dark thoughts.

“What?...”

“I said, will you stop playing with that dildoooooo,” Taika yelled cupping his hands around his mouth and leaned back on Valkyrie’s comet chair. “Your ADHD is exhausting, bro.”

The set they were working on that day looked like a huge doll house painted green and white and filled with colourful bottles (Valkyrie’s inexhaustible alcohol stash), with its fourth wall missing as if waiting for a gigantic kid to play with his toys. The sarcasm of the situation didn’t escape Chris - the kid was right there with them, a “big kid” indeed, and looking at his own red cape and shiny green epaulettes he suddenly realized how much he looked like a toy. A blown up action figure, a puppet, ready to be played with and tossed away as soon as the kid got bored of him.

A lapdog.

 Chris flinched remembering Taylor’s words.

 But wasn’t that always the case with Taika?

A chronic case of boredom.

Maybe that was one of the reasons why he didn’t just direct his actors like any normal director would do; he would befriend them, win their trust, make them fall in love with him and do everything he wanted - and all that “for the sole purpose of controlling them”. Those were his exact words.

Taika liked to call that honesty.

Chris called it cynicism.

He understood now how cruel that method was, cold and calculating, as he relived every moment he had spent with his director through the eyes of an insecure control freak who got under his actor’s skin and into his bed only to collaborate better with him, to get a better performance.

Or just to get another ego trip.

This was just a game after all and Chris had made it all too easy for him, hadn’t he.  

 He put the Dragonfang back on the table next to some bottles and a bowl of grapes.

“You distracted today, Chris?” Taika murmured raising a concerned brow as he flipped a page of the script. “You said ‘Mark’ instead of ‘Banner’ twice.”

The pencil with the pineapple topper was in his hands once again, scratching under his lip. Chris remembered how stressed, insecure and obsessed Taika looked chewing on all those pens and pencils while he struggled for days to stay away from him, trying to persuade himself to never touch his gorgeous leading man again. Whenever he fell asleep on Taika, exhausted after having spent the whole evening finding new ways to make him orgasm as Taika moaned in delightful pain and ecstasy, whenever he saw his beautiful Māori name glimmer on the phone, those chewed pens, scattered all over the floor, would come back to him like a fond memory, like a tiny detail from the early days of their relationship that reminded him how tormented Taika had felt about keeping this up, this sweet sinful thing, this… secret. Chris used to feel so proud of those chewed pens.

But now he knew the real reason behind Taika’s guilt, the reason why he tried to stay away from him after the first time they made love in Chris’ trailer, the reason why there were all those chewed pens scattered all over the floor.

It was Jemaine.

How ironic this was. There was not a single trace of biting on the pineapple pencil because Taika was calm as a breeze, his immaculate white shirt with the blue tie reflecting his mood and sending a very clear message: life was simple. He had achieved what he wanted. He had fucked his protagonist in every possible position, in every possible way, and he knew very well he was settled in Chris’ thoughts for as long as he wanted, as long as the filming lasted. As long as it was necessary.

There was nothing left to do; mission accomplished. Life was as simple and uncomplicated as a blue tie on a white shirt.

Taika spoke again but Chris didn’t hear him - all he could think of was smashing that smug and calm pineapple pencil to pieces.

“Yes I’m good, I’m good,” he answered after a few seconds swiping a hand across his beard as he avoided Taika’s eyes. He glanced at the big grey chest on the other side of Valkyrie’s apartment, a dozen chains all over it.

“Where’s Tom?”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll come,” Taika reassured him hastily turning another page. “We don’t need him anyway.”

“What did you say?...”

Taika blinked idly at Chris’ unexpected reaction. “I said we might not need him today. We’re doing your close-ups. You know, Thor’s childhood memory.” He got up as Mark, Chris and Tessa gathered round him for some spontaneous brainstorming on what the scene should be like, and he asked Chris what he thought of the idea of Thor talking about Loki’s prank when they were kids.

“Yeah, I think it’s awesome, let’s do it,” Chris said clapping his hands impatiently.

“I didn’t ask you if it’s awesome, I know it’s awesome, it’s my idea,” Taika quipped with his usual cockiness. “I asked what you think Loki should turn into before stabbing Thor.”

“What?... Oh. Right. Well, he could turn into a frog, right?”

“Naaah, we’ve already talked about that during the play scene in Asgard. Anything else?”

“A pigeon?”

Taika wiggled his nose, undecided. “Not funny enough. Think, Chris, think.”  

Chris felt his cheeks flushing. “A flat tire? A piano? A safe? A submarine? What, Taika, what?” he snapped raising his voice with each word, agitated. “Tell me what you want me to say and I’ll say it, I’ll fucking say it, just decide, okay?”

Taika furrowed his brow. “Whoa. Are we in a mood today,” he muttered with a scornful look as he sat down on the grey chest where Loki’s place should be.

Tom’s place.

“No, I’m cool,” Chris said rubbing his brow, regretting every word. “It’s just that I had a rough night, mate, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again. Just a bit of a headache, that’s all.”

Taika considered him for a while as he scratched his chin with the pineapple pencil thoughtfully before returning to his notes, shrugging. “I could give you a massage later today if I’m not too busy.”

Chris glared at him, wondering if that was yet another invitation for casual sex or if Taika was just trying to get rid of him and his “headache” because he was just too busy to care.

Too busy filming, too busy with Jemaine waiting on him back at his house by the sea; right now he was probably preparing dinner for two or something.

Judging by Taika’s indifferent absent-minded tone, Chris decided it was the latter.

“It’s ok, Taika,” he growled through his teeth and turned his back on him. “Wouldn’t want to keep you from your work...”

 ***

 It was finally lunch break. Chris hurried out of the set before anyone else and entered the cafeteria with plenty of empty tables to choose from. He chose the one at the far end of the room, the most isolated one.

He had never coveted lunch break like he did now. It wasn’t the food itself, he was still on a diet eating chicken, brown rice and broccoli, sometimes switching to vegan with beans and veggie burgers. He just wanted this day to be over and stay as far away from people as possible. Everyone said his performance was flawless, his improvisation hilarious, but isn’t that what friends and colleagues always told him?

Apart from Taika of course. Taika was relentless.

Chris could always tell when someone was sucking up to him and he’d make them stop right away, but he could also tell when his performance wasn’t perfect, when friends were just pulling their punches for him just because he was in a mood. It didn’t happen often but when it did, he felt terrible. And what he did today for the cameras… it just wasn’t enough.

He heard a tray being dragged next to his and lifted his heavy forehead from his clenched fist.

“Moody today, bro?”

Taika’s slender figure slid next to him on the bench, an amiable tight-lipped grin spreading from ear to ear, if not a little forced.

And fake.

Chris went back to his meal, torturing a piece of broccoli with his fork. If he could slice it to any smaller particles than he already had, soon that cafeteria would witness a nuclear fission.  “Nah, just tired. Sorry for earlier,” he said grumpily.

“Not a prob.”

Chris turned to Taika. He knew the director was there to stay so he might as well start the conversation himself. “Did you have that on this morning?” he said nodding at Taika’s red shirt with the white flowers.

“No,” Taika shrugged. “Different mood, different outfit.”

“Huh. So what does that shirt say about you now?’

“Nothing. Just in a good mood. Nice things are happening, the filming is going well,” he said rubbing his thighs with enthusiasm. “Can’t say the same about your mood though.”

So that’s how it was going to be, Chris thought. Even if he was reluctant to confront Taika about the previous night Taika wasn’t giving him a choice. Maybe he wasn’t as thick-skinned as Chris thought, sensing the hostility on set and wanting to do something about it. Or maybe he just couldn’t have his leading man pouting and scowling all day, it was counter-productive and it sure didn’t look good on camera. “Time to be a director” and all that.

Taika was willing to be his friend, his lover, his therapist – and it was all part of the filming process.

Chris sighed and let go of his fork; splitting the broccoli’s atom would have to wait.

“Look, mate, I think we should take a break for a while,” he said letting out a deep breath, dreading Taika’s reaction.

“Take a break from what?”

Chris glared up at him. He was starting to wonder if Taika was there to talk things out or piss him off even further.

“From… this,” he said moving his finger nervously back and forth, pointing at them both.

Taika jerked his head back with his big brown eyes open wide, startled at Chris’ words. “What do you mean take a break? Why?”

He really wanted to push it, didn’t he.

“Well I mean… it’s not going anywhere, is it?” Chris slurred.

That was not what he meant to say. He wanted to talk about the bespectacled man with the sideburns and the gap-toothed smile that he had seen in Taika’s yard the previous night.

Even thinking about his name hurt.

Taika burst into laughter shoving away his tray to avoid landing face first into his Bolognese. He just sat there laughing for a while, squeezing his eyes, shoulders shaking uncontrollably, his crazy giggling making quite a few heads turn.

“Where exactly do you want ‘this’ to go, Chris? The altar? Moving in together? A… flatting situation?”

Taika was quoting “What we do in the shadows” now, that’s how funny this situation was to him. And it was driving Chris insane.

“Alright. Forget it. Forget I ever mentioned it.”

He got up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Taika said grabbing his wrist.

He looked up at Chris and his eyes were dark and piercing. He wasn’t giggly anymore. It was as if every single giggle had been squeezed out of him.

Chris averted his eyes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, biting his lip in an effort to not say another word. Words would do more harm than good right now.

But Taika was determined to not let it go. “Hey, man, look into my eyes,” he urged him. “LOOK INTO MY EYES, CHRIS.”

Chris shook his head slowly struggling to be polite but his smile looked more like a wince. “I’m not in the mood, Taika.” He didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm.

“I don’t care what you are. I said look into my eyes,” Taika said firmly, squeezing Chris’ wrist even harder.

Then he let go. With a heavy heart Chris turned to look at him.

“Are you… falling in love with me?...” Taika said, a trace of fear turning his voice into a doubtful squeak.

Chris felt his stomach twisting into a knot. That wasn’t the kind of sweet doubt that comes out of the lips of a lover too insecure to believe he had finally found true love. It was the jaded surprise of someone who had been too honest all his life to let anyone misjudge his intentions. And Chris knew that. He wanted to forgive him but he remembered it wasn’t just his fault if they were having this conversation now. It was also Taika’s with all his lies about meeting Jemaine the previous night, the on-and-off life-long partner who was probably done making dinner for two and was calling Taika to see how he was, if Chris could judge by the buzzing that was coming from Taika’s pocket.

“Will you answer that?” he said agitated trying to change the subject.

“Not unless you answer yours,” Taika replied pointing at Chris pocket. His phone was buzzing too but Chris was too angry to notice.  

“Answer the call, Taika, you never know who might be calling you. Might be a matter of life and death,” he said sarcastically. “Might be your ‘father.’”

“YOU answer the call, Chris. Between the two of us you’re the one who should worry about his… well, his loved ones. And you’re just not answering that call. Pick up the goddamn phone!”

He seemed pretty concerned now but Chris had no idea what he was talking about. Probably evading as usual.

“I’m – I’m not answering the fucking call,” Chris said moving back and forth, undecided on whether he should listen to Taika or walk away, or just punch him in the face. “And stop repeating what I say, this is not about me.”

Taika took his phone out of the pocket to see who it was but didn’t let Chris see the name on the screen.

“Man, you desperately need that massage session,” Taika murmured, already distracted by his phone. “Too bad I can’t accommodate you today.”

“Fuck off, Taika,” Chris spat and walked out of the cafeteria, rushing by Mark and Tessa who wanted to invite him to their table, ignoring the persistent buzzing in his pocket.

Until it went silent again.  

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@maidenofmidguard that's so sweet of you, thanks for thinking of me...! ❤ I'm kinda busy rn so I can't read all of them, any article in particular I should read? Thank you SO much for reminding me I should work on Sakaarland asap, it's my favourite baby and I miss it.. Any reason in particular why those articles would help me with that story? I'm curious!

Tom Hiddleston's Written Work

I have collected links to all of Tom Hiddleston’s published written work and added them to a page on my blog. He has written a surprising number of articles that have been published online and in print. Tell me if you know of anything I’ve missed. This is the list:

All That You Can’t Leave Behind; London Shakespeare Workout Prison Project Diaries, 12/2001.

Case Study: Actor Tom Hiddleston reveals how he conveys emotion; The Guardian, 03/2009.

The Diary: Tom Hiddleston; Financial Times, 03/2011.

E-mail to Joss Whedon upon first reading the script for The Avengers; Joss Whedon: The Biography, 08/2014 (Written earlier).

LOKI is THROWING DOWN!! Party invitation, 08/2011.

Easy, boy…CHARGE! War Horse Set Diary, Tatler UK, 02/2012.

Superhero movies like Avengers Assemble should not be scorned; The Guardian, 04/2012.

Guinea Field Diary; published on www.unicef.org.uk, 01/2013.

Tom Hiddleston Reports on Visiting Guinea for Unicef; Harper’s Bazaar, 03/2013.

Tom Hiddleston for Bazaar; Harper’s Bazaar, 05/2013.

Tom Hiddleston Talks Distant Voices, Still Lives; Harper’s Bazaar, 09/2013.

Tom Hiddleston on Lawrence of Arabia; Harper’s Bazaar, 12/2013.

Natalie Portman by Tom Hiddleston; Elle UK, 11/2013.

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Omg I’m not sure...? Thanks for the link!! (those un-downloadable vids sigh sigh sigh, they’ll be the death of me).

I think I’ve used some clips here...

.. here... 

... and here.

They’re sooooo hard to find, I had to quench my thirst with their gifs for so so long.

God, I miss writing “Chris in Sakaarland”.

Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth as Loki and Thor on set for Thor: Ragnarok

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Well... since we’re talking about hotel rooms and hotel mishaps... right now I’m juggling those stories in my head 1) Thor goes to Hel to get Loki 2) Hotel Mishap 3) the continuation of Chris in Sakaarland 4) the continuation of “Perchance to dream”, young Thor being in denial about his feelings even if Loki saw his wet dream.

And I swear I don’t know which one to write first, I also have art commissions to finish. X__X

Hotel Room Loki ( so I’ve been focusing on a series of non fanfic paintings based on men in hotel rooms, but of course, Loki has crept into my second one.)

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Hey I was wondering if u take fabric requests? I read your taika/Chris fanfic and I now ship it super hard, do u think u could write another fanfic about them? Or a follow up to the one you already wrote? Thank you!! 💗💗

Aaaaand here it is. It’s kind of a follow-up to “Give First” so I hope you enjoy!

Chris in Sakaarland.

[elenatria]

The good thing about anon asks...

... is that you can smell a troll from miles.

And still block their asses.

Sorry for not answering, too busy writing and drawing Taikris/Hiddlesworth/JB smut atm.

[elenatria]

author (and artist) interview

tagged by @randomingoftherandomness​, thanks, darling. <3

Name: Elena

Fandoms: Current one: Chernobyl. Waiting for: Cobra Kai. Recurring one: MCU.

Where You Post: Ao3 and tumblr (fics, breakdowns and headcanons), Instagram and deviantART (art). 

Most Popular One-Shot: (I’ll go with kudos on Ao3 and notes on tumblr because hits are too confusing) Jeg er Her. Aka The Hug We Didn’t See In Thor:Ragnarok And The Smut That Came After. Although it still baffles me why that particular story got more and more notes on tumblr even after the Ragnarok hype was over and it had disappeared from the tags. Did someone rec it? I have absolutely no idea.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: The Hotel  (which has also been translated in Chinese). Your typical Hiddlesworth angst with lots of smut to go with it, basically the “bitter and cold” Hiddlesworth reunion during the Thor:Ragnarok premiere and the (sexy) events after that. 

Favourite Story You Wrote: Why are you making me pick a favourite? Alright. A Single Bullet because seeing Boris alone with Valery’s cat  looking for that sixth tape after Valery’s death is sad and heartbreaking and the only one of my stories that’s truly complete. 

Story You Were Nervous to Post: I’m never nervous in advance. But I did see random people asking Taika blogs about my story, “Chris in Sakaarland”, screaming that I turned Jemaine into a villain and I was kinda... weirded out. I was like, “Dude, there’s a difference between a villain and an antagonist”. Also, why don’t you ask me, the writer herself? o__O

How You Choose Your Titles: usually a word or a phrase from the text itself, or two words describing the people in it.

Do You Outline: I kinda do. Most of my stories are based on the anon asks I’m sent, so I save them all in a Word file and put them in the right order (those that are meant for one-shots, those that are meant for multiple chapters etc). So basically my anon asks lead me to the next chapter of my story. And if you check out comments on Ao3 you’ll see a lot of brainstorming with my readers on the events that will follow. Do I know in advance what’s going to happen in the final chapter? I do for Chris in Sakaarland and I just had the most fitting idea for an ending for The Boy.  Also @fmasha-l​ was nice enough to offer me a bittersweet ending for Ignorant hard-working bastard.  But most of the times I just go where the story takes me.

Complete: 29

In Progress: (mentioning only the ones I intend to finish sooner or later) 7

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: the young Jarllan AU story where 16-year-old Jared meets 26-year-old Stellan at the Glastonbury festival (age difference ftw). The shy Catholic student is entranced by the atheist tourist from Sweden while he struggles with boarding school rules, his indifferent stepfather and his  rowdy Irish father.

Do You Accept Prompts: I absolutely do. I wouldn’t have written any of my Chernobyl or Hiddlesworth stories if it wasn’t for those prompts. At the same time I apologize in advance if not all prompts are written into fics. Lack of time, lack of inspiration or fandom fatigue make me set  priorities sadly. 

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: 

Toptumov (untitled). I have a short headcanon for them but I’m open to prompts and suggestions.

Also, let’s make that “upcoming chapters of my on-going stories”.

The Boy: The soldiers are starting to sniff out Pavel’s “potential”. Some of them will make advances. Some of them will do a lot worse. 

Ignorant Hard-Working Bastard: Boris and Valery attend a Politburo meeting and a dinner afterwards with high-ranking party members. To his dismay, Valery has to interact with Boris’ boss, Kolya, aka prime minister Nikolai Ryzhkov. It would all be perfectly fine if “Kolya” didn’t greet Boris with a Soviet kiss and didn’t look like THIS guy.

Tagging: @thegreenmeridian​ @fmasha-l​ @valerfan2 @potter012​ and anyone who hasn’t done this (I’m sure I’ve seen this tag game going around so ignore this if you’ve done it already).

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Hello :-) Since the comment on your wonderful jealous-Jarllan-story I've been wondering, are you a discovery-writer or a planner or somewhere in between or such?

Oooooh that’s an excellent question.

Actually I never meant to write, I meant to draw, go figure. My first ever fic (from GoT) started from a scene I wrote and posted, and my friends were heartbroken (because I’m an angst hoe)  so I had to continue the story somehow. 

I’m a planner for very few of my fics, for instance my Taikris/Hiddlesworth fic, Chris in Sakaarland.  Because it actually has some plot in it. :-P I know exactly how it ends, I have in my head all the situations and the dialogues and, unless I’m too pissed by the fact that the Loki series will be about kid Loki (and not Tom Hiddleston as Loki), I might even finish it, who knows. 

I had an outline for The Sun and the Moon as well because the plot I came up with to give  Thor and Loki some major angst (before the smut) was soooo complicated that it needed some actual detective work from my part to put each element, each clue in the right place, from the very first chapter. That was the only way for the final solution to make sense and also to be a surprise to the readers.

I’ve also planned out The Boy. The continuation will be full of cliches but buttttt this story started from a random hurt/comfort anon ask  and it ended up being the story I MUST finish. And thankfully I know exactly how it ends, and how the protagonists get to that point. I hope it will break your heart (and put it back together) like it did mine when I first came up with it. 

But for the vast majority of my stories, especially the Valoris ones (and now the Jarllan story)… that all comes from anon asks and comments, as you noticed. I just put the anon asks in the right order, or I make groups (”this is good for my multi-chapter story, this is meant for a smutty one-shot, ok let’s leave Toptumov prompts for when I’m done with everything else, shall we?”).

I might identify myself more as a discovery writer because interacting with readers and other fans to come up with the continuation of a story is super addictive to me. It’s like “choose your own adventure”, like getting candy first thing in the morning. I mean, who doesn’t love collaborations and brainstorming, right? It can be stressing too, sometimes the cross pairing asks I get distract me too much. 

So you know all my secrets now. :-P The only reason why I keep writing is because I get anon asks and intriguing comments.

[elenatria]

Self-recs omg

Tagged by my comrades @thegreenmeridian​ and  @randomingoftherandomness​

Taking the idea from Gwendoline Christie, we should be promoting ourselves and not acting like our creative endeavors are worthless PERIOD, no use in trying to justify it, Ms Christie. In that vein, I challenge everyone to blog their favorite of their own works, art, fic, meta, manip, doll story, whatever it may be.

Ignorant hard-working bastard:   Boris/Valery, WIP, next chapter to be posted will be The Smut. Based on prompts. A fanficcy breakdown of the best Valoris moments in the episodes with lotsa pining, misunderstandings, build-up, slow burn, mostly Boris’ POV (who is insecure af). Some Chernobyl info mentioned is taken from Svetlana Alexievich’s “Chernobyl prayer”.

The Boy: Pavel/Bacho, WIP, angst, next chapter to be posted will be The Smut (again). Based on prompts. A lost and orphaned puppy is looking for a father figure in the most unlikely of places, the Chernobyl liquidators’ camp - he’s about to find so much more. (Worry not, the sad pet stories in the first chapter are, like, very very real - yeah mine.)

A single bullet: Boris/Valery, super angsty, completed. Based on prompts. A three-chapter follow-up to “Ignorant hard-working bastard”. First chapter is Charkov’s POV with him being a bitch to Boris (because he had only been a bitch to Valery in the last episode, not fair). Second chapter is Boris meeting Vladimir Gubarev, allegedly the real-life addressee of Legasov’s tapes (there are rumours that this is not accurate but I’m not so sure why). Parts from their dialogue about the tapes are taken from Gubarev’s recent interview. Third chapter is Boris looking for the only tape the KGB couldn’t find, the tape addressed to him. 

(Crazy I know, but it’s the fic that prompted me to meet this wonderful man. No words.)

Pet, Prince, Prisoner.  Loki/The Grandmaster, WIP, dub con, smut. Loki lands on Sakaar face down, right in front of the Grandmaster’s feet.  Confession time, Frostmaster is the only word I’ve blacklisted on tumblr. The only. So I thought what the hell, let’s write about the one thing that irks me the most, sounds like fun.

Perchance to dream: Thor/Loki, prelude to “The sun and the moon”. One-shot, smut. Loki, Asgard’s young prince, is secretly learning to read minds and enters his brother’s sex dream. What (and who) he finds there is, well, beyond his dreams.

The sun and the moon: Thor/Loki, angst, smut, fluff, completed. My one and only long Thorki fic, AU, takes place before the events of the first Thor film. The story of two princes growing up together, pining for each other, fucking each other. Has a chapter dedicated to Laufey’s cruelty, whom I love. Some parts are based on the poetic and the prose Edda.

Odinson: Thor/Loki, not sure if completed because I want to explore the possibility of Thor going to Hel to bring Loki back. Almost fix-it fic. Dr Strange’s plan to send Loki to Hel - the only logical explanation for Loki’s use of a kitchen knife against Thanos that I could think of. 

Chris in Sakaarland: Taika Waititi/Chris Hemsworth, Chris Tom Hiddleston/Chris Hemsworth, WIP, smut, RPF, portal fantasy. My favoured son of a fic. Real life and “Thor:Ragnarok” events mixed in Chris’ adventure down the rabbit hole where he’s trying to figure out if his broken heart, ego and stubbornness can be fixed with casual sex with his director when he could be fighting semi-fictional characters on a fictional planet to take back what he really wants: the love of his life.

Crumbs and belly rubs: Tom Hiddleston/Chris Hemsworth. Prelude to The Hotel. One-shot, angst, RPF. Based on Tom’s Taylorgate-related GQ interview and the shit he got for his Golden Globes speech.

The Hotel: Tom Hiddleston/Chris Hemsworth. Based on a prompt. Smut, angst, RPF. Taking place during the Thor:Ragnarok premiere and the Infinity War promo tour. Based on real-life Hiddlesworth interactions, rumours and the collective tumblr headcanon/conspiracy theory of cold!Chris and sad!Tom. 

Just a wave of my stick: Tom Hiddleston/Chris Hemsworth. One-shot, RPF. Takes place during the Infinity War after party. Pining, untold feelings. Taika the enabler. 

Jeg er her: Thor/Loki. One-shot, smut. What happened after The Hug We Never Saw at the end of Thor:Ragnarok.

I tag @cocomoraine @feanope @valerfan2 and anyone else I have forgotten.

[elenatria]

because I saw a comment saying he was a "dick" in his last con, so I was wondering which one to see the videos.

(you guys are making me turn on my laptop when I should be cooking/drawing Hiddlesworth/Thorki/LawRusso asjghkawjghagaw.)

Thank you for your honesty, I really appreciate that. I kinda figured it was something negative about Chris that’s why I asked.At the same time I wonder, how come you didn’t anon ask that same person with the “dick” comment? 

I don’t mind at all, it’s just that… this is a Chris loving blog and I assure you there are MANY Tom stanning/Chris hating/supposedly Hiddlesworth shipping blogs out there you could ask. :-P  They’ll give you all the anti-Chris gossip  you want in nanoseconds. It’s ok really since I gave you the information you needed after all, it just makes me wonder, I’m just not the go-to person for Chris hate. o__O

Now I’m triggered to answer another anon ask that was “annoyed by the way Tom was acting at Wizard World with Chris, teasing and interrupting”  but I won’t. I agree with it but I won’t.

Because I’m bored right now and because I try to stop my reflexive reactions to the recent surge of Chris hate (as if Tom wouldn’t be a perfect professional even without being compared to Chris - some of his fans think so little of him that they need to compare him with someone else to prove his worth). And because that anon ask reminds me that I need to go back to writing  Hiddlesworth and “Sakaarland”. But I have stuff to do dammit. T__T

Oh well, Sakaarland baby, you have to wait… 3

[elenatria]

Jeff is taking Tom out for shopping & other fun activity. Chris is uneasy.

Jeff better keep those hands to himself.

Tom doesn’t need “new threads”. He just doesn’t, period. :-P

Let’s not have L.A./Sakaarland explode from Chris/Thor’s rage just yet.