#sas assemble

[smolvenger]

Moots, SAS, and other friends, this is how we should call each other!

@muddyorbsblr @lokisgoodgirl @holdmytesseract

[november-rayne]

Look who I ran into at the airport today. Yes, he is coming home with me.

@lokischambermaid @acidcasualties @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @anukulee @smolvenger @liminalpebble @muddyorbsblr

[viv-annelore]

[muddyorbsblr]

are you kidding me right now, Thomas?!

🚨🥭🚨

paging the SAS: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @kikster606 @alexakeyloveloki @holdmytesseract @vbecker10 @joyful-enchantress @maple-seed @infinitystoner @currish-rosewolfe @sarahscribbles @loopsisloops @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @michelleleewise @ladyofthestayingpower @itsybitchylittlewitchy @liminalpebble @acidcasualties @dangertoozmanykids101 @simplyholl +++

[lokisgoodgirl]

Probably a weird ask, but is there some kind of bat signal for the SAS to convene and send you a bunch of cute nerdy horny hilarious love in your direction because you've had an utterly devastating bad day? Because I've had a baddd day, and everyone here is incredible, kærlige og dejlige (loving and nice). Thank you! 😭💚💛💚🐊🗡

Girlll you’re breaking my heart. I’m so sorry you’ve had a shit day to end all shit days.

SAS, can we assemble? This is a mass call to action to provide your favourite Loki gif, a gif that makes you laugh, a joke or just some hugs for one of our recent additions whose in need of a big society cuddle - and I’m sure some other people could do with one too. Please have a cookie, I baked em fresh.

(>^^)>🍪

We are! We’re doing it! Throw the gifs!

The mass-ass list which is basically everyone I can think of because I’m trying real real hard this time I prom prom

@simplyholl @gigglingtigger @mochie85 @holdmytesseract @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @loopsisloops @fictive-sl0th @ladyofthestayingpower @lady-rose-moon @ladymischief11 @wheredafandomat @youlightmeupfinn @dangertoozmanykids101 @holdmytesseract @lightmeupfinn @lunarnights95 @cheekyscamp @maple-seed @coldnique @lovelysizzlingbluebird @filthyhiddles @alexakeyloveloki @theaudacitytowrite @vbecker10 @joyful-enchantress @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lokidokieokie @peachyjinx @kats72 @mon-hiddlestoneans @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @xorpsbane @sarahscribbles @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbs @lokikissesmyforehead @nildespirandum @caffiend-queen @cakesandtom @peaches1958 @imalovernotahater @123forgottherest @ozymdias @morriggannlostinfandoms @goblingirlsarah @fictional-hooman @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose ++❤️

[pics-and-fanfics]

Saying I’m obsessed is an understatement-

I saw somebody doing a cosplay of Norse Mythology Loki, not MCU Loki, and let’s just say, I got inspired- I’m working on it rn, but do know it might be 2 parts!

But- ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Tagging everyone bc I must share this man- ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@vbecker10 @silverfire475 @huntress-artemiss @vickie5446 @sheris532 @lokixryss @lokidokieokie @stupidthoughtsinwriting @peaches1958 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @michelleleewise

Disclaimer: none of these are mine but still-

[smolvenger]

Guys, I need some cheering up- I am super anxious. The Queen herself Ally @muddyorbsblr already knows this but-

We all worked super hard to memorize and work on our Shakespeare show…and the venue is threatening to cancel all of it if we can’t get to 20 tickets sold🥲.

First? The hiked the price since they want to sell their wines since it’s a dinner theatre- and then was surprised when it sold less! Esp as the company as ANOTHER V Day show going on that everyone is flocking to apparently🙃

And even though we have sold some- the devil venue owner said “I’m not opening my place to only 8 people!” Even though we would be okay with it-

But this was the most challenging show with this company I did and all those monologues and my sonnet and my singing solo and all the scenes and speeches and the in between scenes we all worked so hard to memorize complete with the best director I have ever worked with so far (if not top five)…all thrown to waste over money🥲🥲🥲

So please- send what comfort you can, I am anxious and frustrated!🥲🙃

Tagging friends, especially performing arts friends- send animals and Tomathy being hot and hopeful and wholesome things if you can!

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holdmytesseract @liminalpebble @lokisgoodgirl @ladyofthestayingpower @muddyorbsblr

[november-rayne]

Loki Season 2 Episode 3 — Seven minutes thirty seconds in (7:30).

🥭

@gigglingtiggerv2 @smolvenger @muddyorbsblr @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @acidcasualties @wheredafandomat @mischief2sarawr

[viv-annelore]

[muddyorbsblr]

just because the Big Sick has taken me hostage once more doesn’t mean that i’m gonna be inactive while bedridden 🥴🫡

pls take these gifs as my humble offering while i’m still gathering the strength to heal so i can get back to my regular scheduled bullshit 🤠

tags: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @sarahscribbles @joyful-enchantress @coldnique @vbecker10 @michelleleewise @lunarnights95 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlespaceyelf @liminalpebble @dangertoozmanykids101 @holdmytesseract @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @maple-seed @loopsisloops @give-me-a-moose @gigglingtigger @kikster606 @alexakeyloveloki @smolvenger @ozymdias @wheredafandomat @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mischief2sarawr @peachyjinx +++

[eloquently-spoken-trash]

This is all very acceptable.

[x]

[smolvenger]

Okay, so it’s been a wild ride with with show I am in. Like, got rejected from my dream solo and have to listen to three others sing it in costume with orchestra so…yeah, there were a few rehearsals where I had to excuse myself to a corner or out the room to cry. I guess it just opened old wounds since the solo came from one of my favorite musicals and it hurts to have younger, prettier, more talented and successful girls sing it in my mind.

Total rehearsals I have cried in: 4

Been 2 rehearsals since my rehearsal cry.

And thankfully, my cast members are sweet and supportive and hugged me, though I don’t discuss the explicit why reason if we are in the building,

And plus! They cut two of my prettiest costumes and replaced one for the Titanic number from something period accurate to a basic bitch black choir gown with the other women. So now I am stuck in costumes that make me feel ugly like a black mid length long sleeve gown with a hot pink top, a macaroni and cheese orange dress (I’m pale), and an orangey renaissance outfit with a half corset waist clincher that’s….silver.

And so, against my better judgement, I vented about the situation on Reddit and the comments said such empathetic, kind things like:

“Not to be rude, but 29 is no age to be acting this immature! You better drop so you don’t have a meltdown onstage.”

(Like…I haven’t had one onstage, I have said and done nothing against anyone or the soloists)

I deleted the post. Part of me is pissed and is all “I will prove you assholes wrong” and be the most mature, focused, professional person on there.

But even though I feel more at peace with letting my grief about the solo go, their words still hurt. So…send some hugs?

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holdmytesseract @liminalpebble @lokisgoodgirl @ladyofthestayingpower @muddyorbsblr (thanks for letting me scream in your dms, bestie)

[november-rayne]

The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.  

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.”  You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.” 

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

 He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

[viv-annelore]

[muddyorbsblr]

Hi, I'm looking for a specific fic and I hoped you and the force of SAS could help if it's not too much to ask? It's Loki x reader (hydra experimented on reader and tried to destroy her soulmate bond, soulmates feel each other's pain) reader is platonic soulmates with Bucky because they get each other (past with hydra) but then Loki feels her pain and makes the connection. It's a sweet fic about the three navigating the bond they all share. Please help me if you can ❤

Hi Nonny! Sadly I don't know which fic you're talking about but here's hoping someone from SAS can help us out on this 🫡

SAS, Assemble! There's a story that needs finding 👀

@lokisgoodgirl@lokischambermaid @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @fictive-sl0th @loopsisloops @ladyofthestayingpower @mischief2sarawr @mochie85 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @coldnique @joyful-enchantress @simplyholl @alexakeyloveloki @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @xorpsbane @gigglingtiggerv2 @littlespaceyelf @give-me-a-moose +++

[smolvenger]

Time for Carrie's Birthday Celebration Starting 01/07 and going on until 01/12!

Helloooooo friends! My birthday is January 10th (turning 29), so I thought we could do a little thing! Let's do a *drumroll* BIRTHDAY CELERATION SLEEPOVERRRRR!

A fun little light hearted thing!

Tell me about or send me these emojis for...

something you’re looking forward to!! 👀

about what you’re reading/watching 📖

your pet(s) <3 🐶🐱🐰🐹

your go to shoes/jacket/accessories 👟

ANYTHING!! 🕸

songs (rn or all time) 🎵

comfort film, show, or read (+ favorite scene) 🧸

animal (+ when’s the last time you saw one) 🐢

bad joke or reference (+ if you say it often) 🙊

FMK! 🍑🔪make me pick and I'l do the same for you

would you rather?

never have i ever… 🖐

MASH 🏡

confessions: 💭

Or ship me with someone or a character (if it ever gets to our boy, Loki, pick a specific era) and I'll ship one with YOU

I am also opening BLURBS based on several of these blorbos so give me a character or person and I will write a blurb based off of Fanfic/Book Tropes!

Characters I am willing to write for:

Loki (ofc)

President Loki

Jonathan Pine

Robert Laing

James Conrad

Prince Hal/Henry V

Sir Thomas Sharpe

Caius Martius Coriolanus

William Buxton

Professor! Tom Hiddleston

So pick one and one of the following BookTok/Fanfic tropes:

"Who did this to you?"

"My wife"

"Touch her and you die"

AU: Modern, Tudor, Regency/Austen/Bridgerton, anything

Arranged Marriage

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

He falls first

First Date

Proposal

Wedding

First Baby

Love Confession

Meet Cute

Forced Proximity

And There Was One Bed!

Grumpy x Sunshine

With any of these, if you want, you CAN request the blurb be on the spicy side and I will oblige, heheheh

I don't know what my birthday will bring and I don't want to feel lonely or the pain of not accomplishing enough and getting older so let's make this a fun one!

@asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr @loz-3 @liminalpebble

Masterlist for my works can be found here.