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smolvenger · 1 year

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Hey guys, as a quick PSA!

@chantsdemarins @mjsthrillernp @filthyhiddles @peacefulpianist @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @marissat1998 @kikster606 @terrorsqdtaty @lokisgoodgirl @high-functioning-lokipath @villainousshakespeare @holymultiplefandomsbatman @five-miles-over

I want to support writers and I would love to be tagged in anyone's work. And as some of y'all recently found out and from the reblogs, I am currently obsessed and loving everything about not only Loki but Tom Hiddleston's characters.

However, I have a trigger about cheating. Please please please please please do NOT tag me in Will Ransome x Reader works. I cannot excuse, deny, or ignore that he canonically cheats on his wife, especially with whom he had years of a loving, healthy, happy marriage.

Reading the summary of The Essex Serpent when the pics came out and having it dawn on me what happened. I began to subconsiously project myself onto Stella Ransome. I felt like it was me who was cheated on. That subconsciously, I was not good or pretty enough and that a guy I would love and be devoted to would stick his penis in another woman the second I got sick or was unable to or failed him.

Last year when The Essex Serpent tv adaptation came out, I had to work through this trigger. It was heartwrenching since I love and thirst for Tom like everyone else, but I had to block his tag for a long time on Tumblr. Although I personally have not been knowingly cheated on, seeing clips or gifs or pictures from it would nearly send me into a panic attack, make me unable to sleep at night from the anxiety, and in a horribly sad, angry mood that I would need to find something to distract myself with. Now, it's better than it used to be (go to therapy, kids).

Hell, I wrote an entire, now complete Fix-It-Fanfiction series to cope with how I felt about him with Stella Ransome taking charge of the narrative and her retelling the events of the story, grieving the affair and getting revenge on Will and Cora instead of either slowly waiting to die or drowning herself (If the gifs on Tumblr are right, I think that's what happens, someone corrects me if I'm wrong. RIP me I didn't actually watch it). The master list can be read below or on Archive of Our Own under @VasaliaTheWise.

The Link to Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed on Tumblr

Link on Archive of Our Own to Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed

I even enjoy making jokes and roasting him to cope. I still mutter "asshole" whenever I see him across my screen with a pic or gif that slips through the blocked tags. Posts here of me being a hater will be tagged "w*ll hate" if you don't want to read them.

But that is to say, no one on Earth can't write him or thirst after him just because I am one hater. I do my best to ignore your guy's reaction pics and gifs when I see them. I know it's not fair to crap on someone for enjoying him because of how I feel- that I can't tell someone to stop eating a donut because I am on a no-sweets diet.

To be fair, I remember reading one fic of him that is the exception (I'll tag it later) because it was so beautifully written and completely ignored his canon actions. And lots of fics in general ignore canon- and it seems many of y'all's fics do that! From the summaries, y'all's fics are more like "hot priest! wahoo! looks like there's some SINNING going on ;). Oh, and cheating? What cheating? That's not happening!" rather than "yup he was totally right to cheat on Stella." And you guys should feel free to write for whoever you want however you want! Heck, aren't a lot of us writing about Loki, who is canonically a narcissistic, self-destructive, toxic mass murderer?

I wanted to join and follow Tumblrs to feed my passion, interest, and love for Tom but was hesitant to do so because of all the reblogs and stuff regarding Will being the best thing since sliced bread and my personal feelings about this character. And I still want to with tags blocked. And now I am finally following y'all and it feels fantastic and wonderful.

I want to read and support and reblog your works. Please please please tag me in your works about Loki, Prince Hal, Jonathan Pine, James Conrad, Dr. Robert Laing, Captain James Nicholls, Sir Thomas Sharpe, Billy Magnussen, William Buxton, John Plumptree, etc. I will be perfectly happy to reblog and comment on them!

But please please please please do not tag me with anything about Will Ransome (unless it's about him getting karma for what he did and Stella being happy and being comforted).

#PSA #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston characters #tom hiddleston fanfiction #fanficiton #fanfics #tom thirst #tom hiddleston thirst

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dast218 · 4 years

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Assassin’s Heart pt 2

Part 1

Dodging and aiming for a high punch, Jason, or currently better known as Red Hood, let out a grunt of dissatisfaction as he kept failing in pinning Damian down. The little Demon has been keeping up with his attacks for the past twenty minutes with no sign of sweat, frustrating Jason to no ends.

“Hood you should spare yourself the embarrassment once you land face first on the platform.”

Canceling out the cheers Jason mouthed “bring it on little brother”, receiving a tisk and a full force punch in his ribs. Stumbling back, the cladded in blood red and black vigilant continued the taunting, aiming to distract the little demon until he leaves a side unguarded.

Rolling onto his side, Jason avoided becoming a punching bag and swung his feet under Daman’s. The urge to pull out a gun started to become unbearable.

Huffing in irrigation, he couldn’t up but wonder how the heck he got pulled into this shit-show. Being an attraction and following guidelines was borderline neglect. Why do people find throwing hands so fun to watch, like I am trying to kill someone not liberate them.

He should probably mention that the rules of this match were borderline neglect: No weapons, no killing, make it entertaining and keep up the distraction.

All because of a stupid bet.

Oh right context:

Damian and Jason found themselves on opposite sides of a bet. The typical bickering in the noble house of the Waynes had gotten out of control, ending with blood and knives scattered at every inch of the dining room. The argument over who had the rightful claim of the newly golden trimmed weapons escalated, and in hopes of calming down the tension a bet was made. Whoever wins will get their prized possessions.

Who in their rightful mind thought that a bet would calm down the Waynes boys? Dick ficking Gayson, that's who.

But of course things couldn’t go smoothly. That would have gone against the whole lifestyle of the Waynes, and the universe just wasn’t yet prepared. Honestly speaking, it probably will never be. Scoffing, Jason dodged another kick and started recalling the series of unfortunate events that got them in a fighting pit of all places. Somewhere along the lines he ended up going to the market in hopes of interrupting an illegal shipment of gunpowder. He couldn’t have the guy come in 2 days before his placed bet. Then the Demon would win and that was simply not happening under his watch. And yes for all those wondering, they placed a bet about a delivery date, the most sane thing the Bats did in a very long time.

Arriving at the scene, to Jason’s utter disappointment, the youngest Wayne was already perched on the side of a rooftop.

“How?”

Ginning, Damian curtly answered “Alfred.”

Before Jason could counter Damian’s response (like he could ever go against the Alfred argument), shouting and cursing erupted in the streets below.

From there the details blurred. One moment they heard the dealer screaming that his lot got stolen and the next they were down breaking apart a fight. Hidden under masks -hey living the noble life is way too boring- the Bat boys dealt with the situation fairly quickly. They found out that the dealer was only left with a few scraps of powder, meaning that Damian won.

Jason couldn’t believe that the brat had his toys and on top of that is currently beating him in the ring. Why couldn’t Bruce just dump the little rotten back to his mother. Curse his adoptive nature. Even if the brat is his, that man adopts too many!

Anyways upon further questioning, people claimed to see a woman in black running around the city. At first Jason didn’t make anything of it, as that was not the weirdest thing they witnessed in Gotham. A few hours later the news of Malnesias lord’s murder reached the manor, prompting the lord of Gotham to send the noble houses into action. With a lead from a few drunk soldiers and traveling merchants, the undercover Waynes found themselves on a trip to the Kingdom of Adan.

While traveling, Damian slipped information that he had personal business with this infamous Shadow girl, who a few months ago decided that releasing his herd of sheep from their “prison” - as she put it in a lovely letter - was a good idea. The Wayne boys kept snickering every few miles, everyone understanding why and joining along. Heck, Jason was dying of laughter even hours after the reveal.

That was a week and a half ago.

Somehow getting more information on this Shadow woman required creating a distraction. And that's how he found himself currently throwing a punch to Damian’s ribs.

It was way too early to deal with the wants of the king. On the other side of Marinette’s wooden door someone - by the sounds of it her maid - has been knocking for the last five minutes with no success.

“Madam please open up. You are going to be late for breakfast!” With a barely recognizable sigh she added, “Again”

Slightly smiling at the display of distraught, Marinette flipped onto her side, simultaneously pulling the gray cover over her face. Today is my sleep in day.

The next thing she registered were two sets of arms grabbing her shoulders, pulling her up onto her feet. Grumbling at the force, Marinnete yielded and allowed the girls to circle around her. She learned a long time ago that when facing a group of determined women, it's better to let them have their way. Thinking otherwise would have called her a hypocrite in ten different languages.

Looking at the mirror, she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable at the person staring back at her. The tight blue dress hung her body, enhancing her curves and muscles. From a distance you could see that the material is expensive, sparking in the sunlight with a delicate touch. She knew that someone with her status had to look appropriate, but dressing all lady-like wasn’t at all her style. I can’t wait to change into a running outfit after this fiasco is over with.

Heading to the dining room her vision started to blur, with each step requiring more energy than the last. Marinette couldn’t help but grunt as she felt herself losing balance. Leaning against a wall, she tried to steady her breathing. In and out. In and out.

After a few counts, the lightheadedness disappeared as quickly as it appeared, leaving Marinette confused. Her headaches were getting worse by the day but each time she tried remembering why, the feeling of losing control came back. It was like something was blocking her memory. Frustrated, the blue dressed assassin continued walking.

Entering into the ridiculously expensive dining room, Marinette met eyes with the King. Without a second glance she sat down, thanked the server and started eating. The King was never the talkative type and with the morning she had, she didn’t feel like talking either.

After a while the emptiness started to bother her and with a lift of her head, she asked “Where is Adrien.” Marinette didn’t know what prompted her to ask as his whereabouts never interested her to begin with, especially after their argument few weeks ago. Matter of factly, staying away from the golden hair men was on her daily to do list.

“You mean Prince Adrien”

“No, you heard it right the first time”

“He came in drunk yesterday.” Gabriel finally said, short and indirect as usual. Fine two can play that game.

Humming in response, the assassin pushed her plate and lifted her legs to the table, her heals hitting the metal with a clack. She didn’t care if her actions were unladylike or down right rude. Leaning back and crossing her hands she irritatingly got to the point.

“Look Gab, I am in no mood to play along with your games today. Its way to early to deal with your pesky attitude.” Hearing few gasps she grumbled, apparently all it took was a few weeks out and suddenly everyone forgets that she doesn’t care what comes out of her mouth. Gezz cut me some slack, like hello I could have still been enjoying my sleep if this guy with a crown hadn’t woke me up.

“What the heck do you want from me?”

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Finally done with school and got the plot down!

Disclaimer I got inspo from the Throne of Glass book series, just putting it out there. (Assassin’s Heart won’t be similar in many aspects butttt ... yea just letting you guys know)

Tag List: @thestressmademedoit @dreamykitty25 @loveswifi

@dorkus-minimus - not sure if u wanted to be tagged or not, let me know :)

#maribat #assasin's heart

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