#*insert witty comment here*

[the-phantom-peach]

skyward sword posting <3

[whosname]

[Id. series of six pen/ink Gintoki sletches. 1. fanning his face, 2. Shiroyasha profile, 3. 'don't know what's happening here' face, 4. bloodied face with his hand on the back of his head, 5. just woke up under the kotatsu, 6. stupid smile in jail. end id]

[skylertheminish]

Stupid dumb ask meme thing. Do you give the smol knight a... lets say Interesting Mochi? (And should I have ask the smol knight in the header?)

Not my dumbass forgetting I promised no epilogue spoilers. Should I do a bio post thing instead?

[fluffyphocks]

quick little drawing between work and class

[wordbunch]

oh, how unreasonable [Halbrand]

LONG A/N: I hope yall have lots of fun and feels while reading this, and I am living for any comments and impressions ♡ if it is slight ooc, I really don't care. If you don't consider Halbrand a warning in itself, then the only warning I have is occasionally suggestive conversation.

❗️this is essentialy Halbrand x my OC Díorien (she), who is a half-elf with the other half of her roots unknown, but there are no physical descriptions - feel free to consider it a reader insert. The only extra bit of knowledge is that she can use fire magic (hence multiple fire references), she is more-less one of the elves but not fully, and is very much on the fence about who to side with. A girl is struggling

I wholeheartedly recommend these 2 songs for the mood ♡

“So it is true.” 

“What is?”

“That evil never sleeps?” Díorien’s face appeared in warm candlelight amid the dark room. Her eyes scanned the figure in front of her with equal parts disdain and intrigue.

“Ever so witty, my queen,” Halbrand cackled, positioned in front of the door of Díorien’s private chambers. “How could I sleep, knowing you are here, and not by my side in a realm of our own creation?”

Cautiously he began to approach her bed, thick darkness everywhere except for the cool glow of the moon through the large window above her headboard, and the candle in her hand she had lit seconds ago. Fitting. 

“What brings you here?” she inquired dryly, pretending with all her might that his presence in the dead of night wasn’t making her shiver from head to toe. Having just awoken abruptly, she needed a few moments to wrap her head around the situation and realize she was dressed only in a delicate, sheer nightgown with sheets bunched up around her waist and legs. Swallowing thickly, Díorien decided to just pretend she was dressed properly - however, she was convinced Halbrand could see right through her anyway. Somehow he was always able to. 

“What brings me here is…” he began, voice heavy with something inexplicable, “the fact that the most enchanting, strong, passionate woman in the world, does not want to partake in that world with me.”

“But how could I, Halbrand?” She defended herself, not fully convinced she stood behind her own words. The way his eyes pored over her vulnerable form in the candlelight pulled the very ground from beneath her feet. “Y-you want me to-”

“I want you to rule with me, I want you to be my other half, I want you to come with me somewhere you will be not cast aside, but worshipped.” All decorum aside, Halbrand sat on the edge of her bed, and he could see her swallow thickly. If he said that heat wasn’t overcoming his whole body in her presence, that would be a very transparent lie, since that usually was the effect that she had on him. And he knew that she knew about it very well. “They do not understand you. They do not drive you to grow greater, to aim for more - they do not see you the way that I see you, Díor.” He was sliding one hand slowly over the mattress towards Díorien’s hand which was tightly clutching the silky sheets. “I know how that feels, my starlight, because that is how they are to me as well. But not you. Not you. You know my mind like you have walked the very steps inside of it. And I - I see the greatness that burns within you, the flame that terrifies everyone else, except someone who has walked through fire before.” His voice was quiet and gruff, but with an edge of persistence.

“Halbrand-” she whispered, furrowed eyebrows reflecting her inner turmoil.

“When you say my name like that, I am willing to throw the rest of the world away and just live in you instead.” He interrupted her eagerly, but she cleared her throat, determined to continue.

but you’ve come to offer, i’m here to receive / your face is my gospel, your body my creed / bring me to your altar, drop me to my knees / the more i worship, the more i believe 

“You are asking me to betray my own kin-”

“And you would betray your own heart.”

His calloused hand found his way to her closed fist and wrapped around it. Had the windows not been open and graciously letting in a light breeze, Díorien would have combusted then and there. In spite of that, she allowed him to touch her. 

“Do I not make you feel better than any of them, my queen? Do I not make you feel euphoric, boundless? I find it hard to believe you have already forgotten how we relished in each other, away from any judgemental glare,” he pressed with a deceitful pout. His other hand found its way to her bare shoulder, his touch almost scathing in the crackling air.

“Even when I try to bury those memories, they come back all the stronger, and I tremble every time I feel the ghost of your lips on my body” she admitted earnestly, her eyes bearing a striking vulnerability. “I feel you even when I least wish to do so, but I do not believe you and your proposals and schemes.”

it’s not fair, oh, it’s not fair how much i love you / it’s not fair ‘cause you make me ache, you bastard

Halbrand sighed away a self-satisfied smile, composing himself before speaking up once again. “You would not be betraying any of them - I need you to establish a new order with me, I need you to save your beloved world with me. You would not be betraying anyone, quite the contrary, you would be their savior, and nobody would have any right to pass you any judgment.”

There were a few steady beats of silence, the only moving thing the meek, flickering flame of a single candle on the windowsill, and the light that it cast on all around it. 

“Do you speak of betrayal because you were conditioned to do so, or because you feel that way truly? You speak of your kin, but are they, really? What makes you anymore closely bound to any of them, than it does to me? Had you been so important to each other, you wouldn’t have been treated like some lesser-”

Díorien interrupted his barrage of questions before his voice could adopt an even more venomous tone than it just had.

“And what do you know of true feelings, of truth in any capacity?” She chuckled dryly, hoping to have finally caught him off guard. In that moment, the only perfectly true thing about her was the fact that she was holding onto her morality by a thread, weakening by the second. He knew too well exactly where to hit her, and how, and she was aware that she had entered a battle inevitably to be lost. 

“The way I feel with your hands on me is the only measure of truth I need. You are the very flame of my heart.” 

Whether her senses and sanity were failing, or was there something so genuine and frail in the way he delivered his confession, there was no way to tell. Their eyes met as an abundance of feelings grazed his facial expression. 

and if you asked me to, if you asked me, i would lose it all / like petals in a storm / ‘cause darling, i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades, at night when light is fading

The thread weakened to become next to nothing. Against her better judgment, Díorien reached out a warm hand to remove a stray curl that had fallen over Halbrand’s eyes. He himself was growing uncertain of what exactly he was holding onto. Perhaps it was just her existence, just her closeness, her overt ferocity and her inescapable radiance. He only knew he wanted more of it, all of it, until the end of all the ages of the world. 

“But if your plan for a newly established perfect harmony fails, what then, Halbrand?” Díorien’s tone was stiff yet hushed, but it was all false pretenses; those troubled eyes, unruly hair and towering height had broken through her guard one too many times already. She sat there, defeated, all but vibrating with things left unsaid, and the expectations of things yet to be heard. 

“We would still have one another,” he retorted with a pinch of desperation in his voice, and you would still have thousands… millions, under your merciful hand.” He touched her jawline, brushing over her lower lip with his thumb. “And me, merely a breath away from your lips.” Halbrand’s eyebrow twitched upwards ever so slightly; she would have missed it had she not been so familiar with almost all of his crevices and corners. “You would have tried saving the elves, saving Middle-earth, if that is necessary to still your conscience. But failure of my mission or not - in the end you still come out a winner. We do.” His hand found her trembling fingers, firmly bringing them to his lips, never ceasing to hold her gaze. 

“When you look at me like that,” she whispered, subconsciously leaning into his touch and toward his face, “I find myself failing to draw a single breath,” she finished shakily, mentally cursing herself for falling under his influence time and time again. Although she had aimed to hold her ground, she was walking a thin line between the right choice and the reckless one. But, oh, the reckless one had a smile which made her forget her own name, and the rasp in his voice drowned out even the sweetest elven melodies. She wasn’t walking a line - she was falling over it right into the strong arms of her ravishing, twisted enemy (or at least whom she was raised to believe was one). 

Halbrand offered her a devilish, partially relieved, grin as he pulled her onto his lap in one swift motion, twisted sheets and all; she drew in a sharp breath weaving both of her hands into his unruly hair. Forehead against forehead, they were now painfully aware of both of their strained breathing and the thrill that was palpable in the, until very recently still, air. Díorien eagerly renounced the last bits of her poise as soon as his face was buried in her tender neck, his beard deliciously scratching her skin. However, as soon as she let out a sweet breath of pleasure, Halbrand moved away to look into her face again.

“Is that a yes, my queen?” he whispered, looking up at her through his lashes, his hands firmly dug into her hips. 

“It is anything you want it to be, my king,” her answer was hurried, desperate, starving, merely a millisecond before she collided her lips with his. 

It didn’t take long before Halbrand maneuvered them so that he was hovering over the wide-eyed girl with fire inside her body and heart.  

“I think it is time I make you forget all those wretched little excuses you tried giving me, darling,” he murmured into her skin before hastily blowing out the candle.

oh, how, oh how unreasonable / how unreasonably in love i am with everything you do / i’ll spend my days so close to you / ‘cause if i’m stood here, then i’m stood here / and i’ll stand here / i’ll stand here with you.

♡♡♡

shoutout to my most beloved 💖💖💖 @queenmeriadoc @lady-of-imladris

and @entishramblings i know you're not a ROP girl, but perhaps the writing style will be right up your alley 🥰

[blackbirdofasgard]

1-2-3-4-5 Fic Game

Queuing this up in advance in lieu of a Seven Sentence Sunday post, because I've barely gotten anything new written since posting my last fic and am still very busy this weekend 😅

Thanks for tagging me: @andthekitchensinkao3, @insert-witty-user-name-here, @lgwilt, @mobiusismycomfortcharacter, @lokimobius, and @elodiah! I don't know if I've ever done this style of challenge before, and this sounds really fun 😊

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc!).

Most Hits: Slipping Through My Fingers (3,972 hits)

Lokius (G). A speculation fic written before any episodes of the second season were released, having seen only glimpses of Loki's timeslipping. Loki and Mobius reunite, but Loki is reluctant to let Mobius touch him, in case of transferring the effects of the 'slipping to him.

2nd Most Kudos: Let the World Keep Turning Without Us (304 kudos)

Lokius (T). Filling in the missing scenes between the first and second episodes of S2 with some serious shipper goggles and wishful thinking. Loki and Mobius take some time to recover from their brushes with death before plunging headlong into the next crisis.

3rd Most Comments: (Tied with Slipping Through My Fingers, so I'll go with) Fox on the Run (14 comment threads)

Lokius (G). Loki overhears some office gossip, but his ignorance of the true meaning of "silver fox" leads to some miscommunication and hilarity.

4th Most Bookmarks: After Time Has Passed (41 bookmarks)

Lokius (T). Post S2 fix-it (one of several I've written). The TVA crew gets Loki out of the multiverse tree.

5th Most Words: Taking You Slow (4,885 words)

Mobius x Reader (E). PWP, first time. Lots of foreplay and aftercare.

Least Words: Freely Given (379 words)

Lokius (G). A Fluffuary fill from 2022, following the prompts pet names, praise, and blushing.

I'm very late to the party and I've completely lost track of who's already done this, so I'll skip tagging. If you see this, haven't done this already, and would like to, then please consider yourself tagged!

[distracteddream]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @elodiah @blackbirdofasgard @thosegayoldmen @insomniaflarrow!

I’m still working on the Bed Sharing prompts and this one for @in-my-loki-feels might be a bit longer - and it features their Unwavering Forces AU.

“I told you you didn’t need to come.”

Mobius had to shout to be heard over the rain though Loki was no more than a few feet away. They were soaked to the bone, their horses determinedly plodding through the growing mud. Loki had made an offhand comment that it looked like rain - right before the skies opened over their heads. There’d been nothing for them to do but continue on and hope they’d ride out of the weather eventually.

Loki didn’t respond. Only the firm set of his mouth and the rigid line of his shoulders showed his discomfort, water dripping off the brim of his hat.

Tagging @in-my-loki-feels @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @hauntedcoyote @wolfpup026 @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @lgwilt @insert-witty-user-name-here

[thosegayoldmen]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @impulsemuppet!!

🚨 THIS IS A TWO-PARTER!! 🚨

Have a BEEG snippet from me and @ghoulehhh just cause we feel nice! This is part 1! Here's the second part 😉

Loki’s face settles into a calm mask, the small, smug smile resting on his lips radiating a sense of ease - even if he can feel his bones shaking with excitement…and maybe fear. That feeling only intensifies as he sets foot in the room, the door swinging shut behind him with a chilling finality once he’s cleared the threshold. Striding towards the table with confidence, he slides into the empty seat opposite the prisoner and drops his folder down.  The grizzled Variant sitting there only reacts once the chair scrapes the floor and the folder hits the table. He’s still slouching in his own chair, hands remaining in his lap - but at least there’s an air of recognition amidst his general state of malaise, something that could vaguely pass for rapt attention. Loki flips open to the top page as he settles in, deciding the timestick he’s brought should stay in his lap - well out of the other man’s reach. Instead of sprawling out like he would normally, he keeps his legs firmly tucked in towards his side. He can’t place why he feels the need to exercise such caution, but something inside prods him to do so. Better safe than sorry. “So…M-KI211 is it?” he starts, keeping things casual and his tone light. His attention is on the stack of papers, pretending like he isn’t the least bit interested in anything else. “...Or do you have a less formal name I can call you?” “That’s what they’re callin’ me?” the gray-haired man replies after a few moments, his voice dull and even. There’s a shallow sigh, a look of disappointment crossing his features. And then he’s mumbling: “Dunno what I expected. Sounds kinda boring.” Hearing Mobius’ voice come out of the stranger’s mouth is jarring to say the least. It’s the same, unmistakably so, but it sounds so dead compared to the original. Loki resists the urge to frown, thoughts already racing through his head about who this particular Variant could be, what could have possibly happened to him to make him already so different to the Mobius he knows.  Not-Mobius lifts his cuffed hands just so he can scratch at a little itch on his cheek, the pad of his blackened thumb rubbing close to the fissure that’s running straight down from his hairline. Loki’s eyes follow him as he moves, watching those charred fingers linger on vivid blue lines before he lets them drop back down into his lap with a clink of the metal cuffs. Overall, he looks tired and thoroughly battered, like he might fall apart right here, skin worn and bruised and sickly-looking - and yet Loki can still feel a power radiating from him.  He glances a bit further up, making eye contact with those faintly glowing blue irises and regretting it immediately. It’s familiar, that something - almost intoxicatingly so. The Variant’s lip curls into a slightly more pronounced smile - an amused one - and Loki quickly looks away, back down at the document.  “Well, it’s one of the names here,” he comments, flipping through a few pages of the document, most of which have heavy edits and large sections completely crossed out, all with different variant numbers attached. He’s not really reading much of anything, eyes skimming the text instead. “Though you’re quite right - it is rather boring.” He straightens in his chair, looking back up from the document with an apathetic nod of his head. “What would you expect me to call you?”

Tagging mostly so people can see, since I'm late YET AGAIN 😅

@elodiah @lokimobius @natendo-art @kcscribbler @kusakichan15

@mythical-magik @devilbearingtrouble @mirilyawrites @scifikimmi @silentxsymphony

@ilaytrapsfortroubadours @boredintjqueen @rin-love-is-green @stillwanderingflame @andthekitchensinkao3

@insert-witty-user-name-here @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @distracteddream @mobius-m-mobius

@mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat

[lgwilt]

WIP Wednesday

Sharing a snippet from Chapter 12 of Dividing Lines, co-authored with the brilliant @insert-witty-user-name-here! Tagged by @distracteddream @thosegayoldmen @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @mobiusismycomfortcharacter 💚

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He scrubbed a hand over his face, mind racing. This was all his fault. Wandering through the Museum together, sharing snacks and bickering amiably, he'd let himself hope that Loki was taking genuine pleasure in the excursion, or at least in making snide comments about the displays and sneaking handfuls of popcorn when he thought Mobius wasn't looking. 

Another self-delusion. Despite Ravonna's repeated warnings, despite ample evidence of Loki's fragile emotional state and self-destructive tendencies, he'd lowered his guard. Was the theft an impulsive gesture of defiance? Or had Loki been biding his time, playing the part of the model employee - quiet, hardworking, docile - while secretly waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause as much chaos as possible? 

Not that it mattered either way. All that mattered was that Loki had broken the rules. Again.

And this time, Mobius wouldn't be able to protect him from the consequences.

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No-pressure tagging @wolfpup026 @devilbearingtrouuble @silentxsymphony @boredintjqueen @elodiah and anyone else who sees this and wants to join 💚

[purplespacekitty]

just wanna formally apologize to anyone i've been INTENSE about Riverdale to. not because i love Riverdale. because Jughead Jones is canonically touch-averse and aroace and i will never, EVER, evereverevereverever forgive Riverdale for willfully ignoring that.

also, they barely showed our boy with any burgers or fries or milkshakes or gummy worms or any kind of food throughout the whole show. a travesty. dude held a PC controller maybe once. and uh, i don't think they ever had him playing his drum set. ...they tried to do the whole music thing, but The Archies never happened on Riverdale. could have been a great way to keep Josie and the Pussycats in the picture as crossovers between the two comic lines (and additionally, with Sabrina The Teenage Witch) have commonly been used to keep stories going, but it just dissolved before it could even start. anyway, Jughead Jones was born to eat burgers, dispense witty remarks on his friends’ social drama, wage prank wars and play drums, it's literally his destiny (and so is being Archie's best bud).

and like.

here's the thing.

i know, i know, i know that Riverdale isn't the Archie Comics. it's "edgy" or whatever. but like, have you ever read the Archie Comics?????? there are hundreds of storylines more edgy than Riverdale's and in (probably) every single one of them, Jughead eats more net burgers than he eats in all 7 seasons of Riverdale. he has his little angsty plots and crazy nonsensical adventures and is never as deprived of food and games as he is in Riverdale.

he's been this way since 1939, when the Archie Comics first came about. granted, video games didn't exist then, but his whole deal has always been eating burgers and being Archie's best pal. he's a breath of fresh air, a glass of cold water to the face for Archie and the gang to snap them out of their various problems (mostly love- and dating-related, but sometimes friendship- or science or general-good-time-adventure-related). he is often the voice of reason, which is why Riverdale!Jughead doesn't really work. original Jughead has a unique perspective, being primarily preoccupied with food and video games and avoiding all potentially romantic/sexual situations that might involve him: he can observe everything without getting (too) mixed up in all of it. and the more wisdom he imparts to his friends; the more jokes and witty comments he concocts during a given meet-up at Pop's; the more he goofs off and plays pranks on his friends and enemies, the more secure their collective friendship is. and he's perfectly happy with the state of things. he doesn't yearn for romance or sex, all he truly yearns for is a day spent eating burgers with his friends. as long as he has a snack readily available, he's happy to be alone or on an adventure. his natural state is in solitude, which is a state he sometimes has to seek out, but he never has to go far in any quest for company. it's exactly where he wants to be. he would rather have his cake and eat it, too. Riverdale!Jughead inserts himself into the chaos, which original Jughead would rather play a game of football against Reggie than willfully do.

i think Riverdale tried to play into Jughead's comfortability with and preference for his general nonconformism with that whole "i’m a weirdo" speech, but ultimately failed because in the end, they still had him conforming to norms the original Jughead scoffs at. and Bughead, as the literal 85 years of Archie Comics and 7 seasons of Riverdale (in which Bughead basically become kinda-sorta-maybe-almost-pseudo step-siblings??? idk the whole thing between FP and Alice just makes it too weird for me) clearly demonstrate, added nothing to either Jughead’s or Betty’s characters and only contributed to the erasure of one of the longest running aroace characters there is. when the comics did try to give Jughead love interests, it was either extremely out of character, played for laughs as a way to shame him for not being interested in romance or just simply…didn’t work. usually some combination of all of the above. because Jughead is fundamentally aroace and has no desire to be with anyone in a romantic or sexual way. plus it kinda messes up the whole premise of the Archie Comics? teenage boy can’t choose between best friends Girl Next Door and Uptown Girl, who both care for him and each other equally, so he dates them both? it would have been way more refreshing to see them explore the complex open/polyamorous relationship that Archie, Betty and Veronica have been negotiating for 85 years through a more queer and empathetic lens than what Riverdale actually turned out to be. maybe they wouldn’t have erased Jughead’s queerness or sidelined other canonically queer characters (i.e. Kevin, Toni, Fangs, etc.) if they’d taken that route. it would be cool to see a plot within the Archie universe constructively centering queerness as a main element of its characters as storyline.

Riverdale refused to keep the most essential parts of the original Jughead's character: aversion to physical touch, romance and sex, an aggressive adoration for burgers, rhythm and musicality and his ability to separate himself from tense situations in order to problem-solve. what the other characters often sneer at or find frustrating about him are actually the things that solidify his importance in their lives. he balances them out. and there are moments when his friends recognize and celebrate that. and him being this essential, inextricable part of an iconic friend group in the comics is an extremely heartwarming thing to see as an arospec/acespec person, myself.

this was supposed to be an apology, wasn't it...oops? sorry?

Riverdale just kinda missed the whole point of Jughead Jones. and i WILL be salty about it forever.

[gabez-n-friends]

Insert witty comment here 🙃

[punkrockmlchael]

18 and Grant please? Which absolutely isn't a self-insert, nono

Masterlist for more of these fluff blurbs!

allow me to help with your loreeeee lmao... enjoy! (Word Count: 384)

Prompt: "You come here often?" "Well, considering I work here, yes." ; Grant (Freak) x Fem Bartender!Reader

“Hey, Grant!” Eddie smiled, nodding at his friend from across the bar. “Want your usual?” He asked, receiving a nod from his friend before he went to pour the glass of beer. 

“Cheers, thanks, Eddie.” Grant smiled, holding the glass of beer up before he took a couple sips. He glanced around the bar, taking in the surroundings. Eddie had mentioned to Grant that there was this pretty new girl working at the bar that was just Grant’s type and that he should come in and check her out… but currently all he saw was Eddie behind the bar. 

That was, until you walked behind the bar with an arm full of empty glasses. You looked at Eddie and groaned, setting the glasses on the counter. “Eddie, that table didn’t leave us a tip and I’m blaming you.”

“Me? What did I do?!” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“You flirted with them all, even after being shot down multiple times by them all.”

“That’s not true,” Eddie looked at Grant and smirked. “She’s lying.” 

“I doubt it,” Grant smirked back, sipping on his beer. You looked up at him and smiled a little. 

“Oh, shit, sorry. Uh, this is my friend, Grant. He plays the bass in the band I’m in.” You smiled more, nodding at Grant. 

“Bass player, huh?” You asked, resting your arms on the counter in front of him. “I’m not typically a girl that goes for band members but I think I could make an exception for you,” you winked, smiling at him.

“Oh, uh, yeah?” He asked, smiling a little as he leaned towards you. “Do you, uh, do you come here often?” Grant asked, attempting to flirt with you.

Eddie laughed as he walked away from the bar, shaking his head at his friend’s stupid question.

You smiled at Grant, giggling slightly. “Well, considering I work here, yes. I do come here often.”

“Oh, right,” he mumbled, blushing softly as he took another sip of his beer. 

“But, I’d love it if you came here more often.” You winked at him, standing up straight to help some other customers at the bar. Grant watched you, his eyes following your every move with a smile on his face.

Yeah, he’ll definitely be coming back here more often.

corroded coffin tag list: wanna be added? comment + let me know! @keeryhours ; @the-witty-pen-name ; @pupwrites ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @cowboylikemunson ; @roseareeh

[kcscribbler]

(Inverse) 1-2-3-4-5 Fic Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc!).

The above are the official rules, but I'm going to follow the example of my tagger @elodiah and Uno reverse it, with the least hits, second least kudos, etc. since I've already done something similar with my top stats. Only going to include my primary fandoms and fics which have been moved to AO3.

(Also thank you to @lokimobius @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @justabigoldnerd and @insert-witty-user-name-here for the tags too!)

Below the cut!

Least Hits

A Light in the Window (Loki Series) - Lokius, 314 hits, 5.5K words

On the eve of the multiversal war, the God of Time and Director of the TVA rendezvous one last time in a tiny beach house in the Florida Keys. Set near the end of the Storyteller 'verse, about twenty years after the events of Ready or Not.

Second Least Kudos

Is also A Light in the Window, so we'll go with Third Least:

Dangerous Gifts (Star Trek TOS) - Spirk, 46 Kudos, 3.7K words

Mildly H/C tag scene for the episode Whom Gods Destroy, cw for mind melding and mental trauma.

Third Least Comments

I have quite a few that only have one comment (which is completely fine lol), so I just chose one I personally liked.

Equal Contribution (Star Trek TOS) - Spirk, 1 thread, 3K words

Tag scene for the episode Shore Leave, briefly dealing with the events of the episode, cw for mentions of bullying and temporary character death.

Fourth Least Bookmarks

Ready or Not (Loki Series) - Lokius, 5 Bookmarks, 13K

In which the multiversal war begins, and the Storyteller Verse ends.

Fifth Least Words

New Beginnings (Star Trek AOS) - Academy-Era Gen McKirk, 1K words

Jim's never really celebrated Christmas before, at least not with someone who actually wanted to be there. This is…new. It's super weird.

Most Words

Insontis (Star Trek TOS) - Gen, Triumvirate focus, 123K

Did I write 123K words of semi-plotted crack-treated-seriously kid!fic over the course of about two years, almost a decade ago? Yup. Behold.

Tagging @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @in-my-loki-feels @andthekitchensinkao3 @silentxsymphony and @tealdropsworld in case you haven't been tagged yet.

[geminiwritten]

when I think of yearning tropes, you're like the first thing that pops up in my head, like yearners really are earners. Going through your masterlist rn, and you're really fond of yearning and pining, and as your swooning follower, I adore it. Thank you for feeding us, mother!

Your line delivery is also hella hilarious. Makes their relationship with each other, platonic or romantic, so genuine and adorable I want to bite them. Ugh, I just love how witty and snarky you make them!

Don't feel pressured with crunching out fics like, not a writer, but burnouts are so real and smth u can't just decide not to have. Thank you so much for caring so much about the fics and build-up and that makes it more important that you don't push cuz like damn u really do give it your all. Ugh I just love writers and artists!

*insert like infinite hearts here*

wait stop this is like the sweetest thing in the world???! 🥹

god you got me to a tee though hahaha i love yearning and pining, like mutual pining??? i actually am going to get that tattooed on my body hahaha

i am so so flattered that you think of ME though and you enjoy all my stuff like seriously it’s the best feeling getting comments like this!!! and burning out def isn’t a choice so thank you for understanding haha but this kinda stuff is hella motivating to keep going and not give up, honestly you’re just too damn sweet 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[andthekitchensinkao3]

1-2-3-4-5 tag game

Thanks to @mirilyawrites for the tag! Let’s go!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc!).

Basically all of these are from my Detroit: Become Human HankCon days. Those were the days.

Most hits: Silent Treatment, at a whopping 5,223 hits. This is the dystopic thriller AU I’m hinting at in my bio, btw. 

Second most kudos: Great Pretenders, 194 kudos. Hank and Connor go undercover as a couple on a couples retreat in order to uncover the organization as an android trafficking ring.

Third most comments: Metamorph, my first ever DBH fic, coming in at an even 50 comment threads. 98 comments in total, over the course of 18 chapters… which tracks. I do try to reply to every comment. Also, that’s kind of hilarious. When I started writing Lokius, I was all BUT WHY IS NOBODY COMMENTING ON MY FICS? And look at that, my first ever DBH HankCon fic averages under three comments per chapter. Classic case of, it’s not the fandom, it’s me.

Fourth most bookmarks: Being Alive, 54 bookmarks. Basically I rewrote the entire Connor story branch in a Reverse AU where Hank’s the android, and Connor’s the human detective. Reverse AU HankCon, my style-y. Also filled a bunch of plotholes while I was at it. And Cole's alive!

Fifth most words: Also Being alive, coming in at a cool 49,220 words - which I wrote in, I think it was either exactly three weeks, or exactly thirty days from start to finish.

Least words: Want, at 291. Emmrich eavesdrops on Rook taking a bath, wanting very much to join him. My very first Emmrook drabble I wrote for Wanksgiving 2024. Dragon Age: the Veilguard

So basically the top three are always going to be the HankCon fics I wrote, starting with Metamorph back in august 2018.

Anyhoo. Those are my humble offerings. Tags under the cut! Mwah!

@ghoulehhh @natendo-art @in-my-loki-feels @kusakichan15

@devilbearingtrouble @impulsemuppet @scifikimmi @silentxsymphony

@rin-love-is-green @confetti39x @stillwanderingflame

@insert-witty-user-name-here @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @distracteddream

@mobius-m-mobius @dilfmobius @adorbspotat @lgwilt

 @redheadsramblings @starfleetteddybear @mercars-musings @holyglassbone @genocidalfetus @wolfpup026 @elodiah @notyourmamasdeerbat @lavender-tea-fling @otterpocketz

@sweeteatercat @kissoflightning and anyone else who sees this 😘🧡💜💚💗

[lgwilt]

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

Or, Lokius: the Regency AU.

I'm so excited to share my @lokiusbang fic, inspired by @wolfpup026's stunningly gorgeous art!!! 💚💚💚

BIG thank you to the incomparable @insert-witty-user-name-here for beta-reading such a long fic at such short notice, and for the brilliant comments and suggestions 💚💚💚

Rating: Mature

Word count: 46,990

Summary:

Loki spared a moment to wonder at the unlikeliness of it all: Mobius, a man of no circumstance, no wealth, no social rank, whose courteousness and easy charm made him welcome everywhere he went; and he, the son of an Earl, who had graced the finest tables in the land, yet belonged nowhere.

Unless, perhaps, it was at Mobius’ side.