Happy Birthday to us! The blog has turned 3 years old!~

Sorry I’ve been gone guys! School has been kicking me ass and so has many other things but that faded away when i saw the email that this blog has turned three years old! I just wished I realized it sooner and arranged something special for all of us, damn me.

I can’t believe how far we’ve come from a small boat with like 5 delusional shippers who just thought what the hell lets ship a Norse god and an unpaid intern to a full armada with over 2,200 shipmates. Thank you all of you for being here and enjoying the ship. I have to say to the people who drew, wrote, and created stuff and still do for the ship, thank you, you are the people who really gave life to it!

Thank you all of you!

When Darcy gets asked how in the world a quirky nerd like her could get together with an alien supervillain, she is quite aware of what her answer should be. But usually she just says “one morning I opened a cereal box for Jane, and there he was”. It annoys Loki so nicely.

When Darcy gets asked how in the world a quirky nerd like her could get together with an alien supervillain, she is quite aware of what her answer should be. But usually she just says “one morning I opened a cereal box for Jane, and there he was”. It annoys Loki so nicely.

Item 1: Loki knows about the arrangement.
Item 2: He doesn’t want to marry you. He probably doesn’t like you.
Item 3: Loki is a good hangover cure.
Item 4: Being hung-over would be preferable to how I feel right now.

The Sound of Heartstrings (26055 words) by mischiefgoddesscomplex [AO3]


Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Tasertricks - Fandom, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Loki, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Jane Foster/Thor
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Sigyn (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Jane Eyre(ish) AU, Non-superhero AU, Loki and Thor are musicians, Jane and Darcy are BFFs, Uncle Tony Stark, Language, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, pop culture references, Recreational drug usage

Darcy Lewis is just a college grad trying to make some money over the summer before finding a real job. But when she’s hired as a nanny, she never imagined it would be for the daughter of musical prodigy and rock god, Loki Laufeyson. Taking care of a spoiled six year-old girl is one thing. Falling for her famous, silvertongue father? That’s another thing entirely. AU real world setting. The Avengers/Superheroes don’t exist, but the characters still do (and they’re all bamfs).

Guys, chapter nine IS SO LONG. and it involves a BEACH. and SANDCASTLES. ya’ll aren’t even ready. 

Happy (late) Birthday Rachel!


Rachel’s already seen this, but of course, I thought I’d share my embarrassment on tumblr and not just ao3. So yeah, Rachel’s birthday was the 7th, and this ugly thing is one of her birthday presents. I still have a Jara one I’m going to do for her. Anyway, have an AU tasertricks drabble.
2 A.M. in the fucking morning.

The beats of upbeat music are enough to rouse anyone from their slumber, but accompanied by the loud voice that belts out lyrics, Loki awakens with a jolt at 2 A.M. in the morning, irritated and out of his mind. He had a long, boring day at the office the day before; all he wants is some sleep, and now, he’s being denied of it.

Angrily, he gets out of bed, knowing right away who could be singing karaoke at two in the morning: his neighbor in the apartment next to him. Though Loki has never met her (or her roommate), he can tell by the constant parties she throws that she is trouble (and also has respectable taste in music, but that is for another day).

The only solution to get some sleep before work later on today, for Loki, is to go to the source of the problem. This prompts him to stalk out into the hall and knock on the door harshly, waiting to give the woman inside a piece of his mind.

Now, Loki knows he must appear as a mess, with his long black hair mussed, and his eyes probably bloodshot, but when his neighbor opens her door, he is surprised when she shrieks and slams the door in his face.

And, might he add, with a loud yell that sounded like: “Jesus Christ!”

Loki rubs the bridge of his nose and starts to knock again.

A minute later, the door swings open, and the same woman is at the door. “Hi,” she tells him, sheepishly waving two fingers at him in an almost mock salute. “You’re my neighbor, right?”

Loki ignores the question. “What is your problem?” he demands instead.

“Uh…you, coming by my house at two in the morning?” the woman offers.

“I meant your karaoke,” Loki barks.

“Well, it’s not a problem to me, so…I don’t get it. What’s the big deal?”

Loki frowns.  ”You are singing karaoke at two in the morning,” he snaps.

The woman shrugs. “Well, Aretha Franklin doesn’t just wait to rock a person’s world,” she tells him matter-of-factly. “Though, she definitely could wait for you. What’s with your look? When I opened the door I thought you were a freaking vampire, come to suck my blood!”

“I did not come to discuss me,” Loki seethes.

“Oh. Didja come for the Aretha? Because I’d been planning to move on to Janis Joplin. But for you I could whip out some Black Sabbath. You look like you’d be a Black Sabbath person. How’s your Ozzy impersonation?” the woman questions.

“What-? No!” Loki exclaims. “I came to tell you to stop singing!”

The woman looks utterly baffled for a moment. “Um, I don’t come knocking on your door at two in the morning to bother you about your singing. What makes you think you can do that to me?”

“I don’t sing at two in the morning,” growls Loki in frustration.

“Well, you should— you’d need it, grumpy pants,” says the woman decidedly.

Loki sighs, placing a finger on his temple soothingly. “Look, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, feeling his anger ebb away. “I am just tired and your singing woke me up from a much needed sleep. I did not intend to come knocking on your door just to dictate what you do at two in the morning.”

The woman shurgs. “Hey, no harm, no foul,” she says. “I guess two in the morning’s a pretty weird time to be jamming out anyway, but it’s the first time my roommate has been out of the house, so I was like, ‘I’ll go for it!’ and I kinda did, so, that was the karaoke. She doesn’t like karaoke.” She pauses to take in Loki’s appearance. “You know, you’re a really scary-looking dude.”

Loki self-consciously reaches for his rumpled hair. “I was turning around in my bed for quite some time, attempting to go back to sleep,” he admits, making excuse.

“That’s awesome to hear, because my guess was ‘getting high.’ A druggie vampire…yeah, that’s basically what I thought you were.” The woman pauses. “Y’know, we’re neighbors and I don’t even know your name. I’m Darcy.”

“Loki,” says Loki, now confused by this Darcy. It’s clear she makes rather asinine comments and babbles too much, but she is actually rather sharp-tongued and quick-witted…and not to mention very attractive. Though she is in sleepwear and has mascara smudged the slightest on her eyes, her blue eyes, fair skin, and soft features are very entrancing.

“Loki. Huh. That’s a new one.” Darcy leans against the side of her door, cocking her head to a side and studying Loki rather pointedly. “You look more like a Tim to me. Or a Robert.”

“Thank you?” says Loki uncertainly.

“Anytime,” Darcy says, looking very satisfied with herself and grinning before changing the subject. “So, how long have you lived in this place? Jane— she’s my roommate— and I just moved in last year.”

“I’ve only lived here one year longer than you have,” Loki says.

“Really? What do you do?” Darcy asks.


“Like, your job. What do you do?”

“I’m a second-grade teacher,” Loki says. “May I ask what it is that you do?”

“I’m a freeloader. Nope, just kidding— I’m a sucky makeup salesperson,” Darcy says. “I got my degree in political science, and obviously, you can’t do much with that. I’m trying to get a better job right now, though, so yeah.”

“A makeup salesperson. I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Loki says slowly.

“Then you’re lucky. Usually I’d say it doesn’t apply to you because you’re a guy, but they’ve been telling me at work to talk to guys too and say things like ‘oh, your wife/sister/girlfriend would just love this new brand of makeup’ and shit like that,” Darcy says, rolling her eyes. “It’s ridiculous.”

Loki smirks. ”Well, I haven’t a wife, sister, or girlfriend, so I assume I’m in the clear.”

“Never assume. They will find you— makeup salespeople are brutal.”

“Is that a promise?” Loki questions, the flirtatious tone in his voice entering it before he even registers the change. Immediately, he feels embarrassed; he’s never been this forward before, and he’s about to apologize…

Then, “Maybe.”

Loki turns his head towards Darcy questioningly and finds her rooting through her pockets before she finds a pen, and when she holds out her hand, Loki slowly places his arm there. She scribbles her number on his skin messily before drawing a quick smiley face next to it.

“Call me,” she tells him, grinning, and then she jokingly adds, “maybe.”

When Loki goes back to sleep five minutes later and hears the opening beats to Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe” from next door— paired with Darcy’s loud, obnoxious vocals— he strangely doesn’t mind this time.


little gif / manip thing …


little gif / manip thing …

red string of fate

two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of the place, time, or circumstance. their magical cord may stretch or tangle, but it shall never break. [x]


Very messy, amateurish and rushed practice piece.

Yeah, I’m not ready for colour palette challenges._.

But hey, practice is practice.


Very messy, amateurish and rushed practice piece.

Yeah, I’m not ready for colour palette challenges._.

But hey, practice is practice.
Avengers AU: Loki and his forces are attempting to find and take Jane Foster as hostage from the SHIELD observatory, but Darcy is trying to run a distraction pretending to be Jane while Jane escapes.


It had been a little too easy for Loki’s liking to take over SHIELD’s observatory, but then again did anyone really expect him to turn up in the middle of Norway to take away a woman? And for the mortals that was their biggest mistake, forgetting where Loki was once known as a god and thinking that Jane would be safe there. Precious Jane, the only mortal woman that SHIELD had bothered to protect, all so that his brother wouldn’t get his heart broken and turn on them.

Stupid mortals.

Walking in to the large area that housed the telescope he was stopped by the view of a young woman typing away on the computer, loud music blaring from the device sitting next to her completely unaware that she was being watched by the most powerful being in the universe. “Excuse me.” He said, making a motion with his hand to stall the archer who was coming up the stairs behind him, there was no need for him to get involved if he could make this Jane woman come quietly. “I am looking for Thor’s… lover.” The word was spat out without him being able to stop himself, the very notion that this creature could change his brother in anyway making his anger boil to the surface.

The young woman paused her music and looked around, her eyes going wide as she saw him, quickly scrambling to her feet as she grabbed the device next to the one that had ceased creating the noise. “You… You found her.” She spoke, her voice meek in fear as she seemed to fumble with the device, freezing as an arrow landed just in front of her foot, a warning from Clint. Dropping the device she gulped loudly as she once again looked Loki up and down. “W-what do you want from her?”

“Why nothing bad.” Loki smiled sweetly, walking towards her and kicking the device away. “Just a chance to meet the woman who has made Thor such a… A changed man.” His smile turned in to a smirk as he wrapped a hand around her throat. “Though I can see why he would be physically attracted to you, he always did have a weakness for the larger women.” He sneered, making the young woman try to break free of his grasp, stopping when he squeezed tighter. “Do you know where Thor is?”

“Asgard?” The woman squeaked out and even in her breathy voice from him choking her, he could hear the sarcasm dripping from her tone.

“Do you think to make a mockery of me?!” He yelled, throwing her to the ground and watching as she coughed, trying to catch her breath.

“The horns do a good enough job of that!” She snapped back, glaring up at him as she rubbed her throat, glancing at the monitor next to Loki for a moment before looking back at him. With a frown Loki turned to the monitor, watching as a woman got in to a car and sped away, turning back to the young woman he could see that she was now starting to smirk, even as bruises in the shape of his fingertips blossomed on her pale skin.

“What is so funny, mortal? Do you think watching people flee to leave you to your fate amusing?” He asked, walking back over to her and wondering why she did not shrink in fear as she did the first time. “Tell me!” He demanded, feeling more and more like this evening was spinning widely out of his control.

“My name is Darcy Lewis, and that was Jane Foster getting away. Don’t really have very good spies if you can’t even get a photo of the woman you wa-“ Her words were cut off by the archer knocking her out cold as Loki proceeded to destroy the observatory and anyone still in it, watching as the archer scooped the young woman up and followed Loki out of the burning observatory obediently.

“Shall I kill her sir?” The archer asked, lying the woman down on the ground and moving her head so that he would have a clear shot to her throat as he raised his foot from the ground.

“No.” Loki said, walking away without another glance to the woman on the ground. “Let us wait and see how long it takes before SHIELD comes to save her, if they even care enough.” He made his way to a tree and sat down, watching as the archer frowned but followed his orders like a good little slave.

“Perhaps even my brother might show up.” He added, his smirk now turning deadly as he pulled a dagger from his tunic. Only the Norns knew for sure how such a strange night would end, but Loki was hoping that fate was on his side and it would end with the blood of his so called brother on his hands. “Or perhaps Darcy Lewis played a deadly game of chance with no reward but her death…”


Sawyer’s past was shrouded in misery and his future was clouded in uncertianty. He could not forget. The world wouldn’t let him.


Sawyer’s past was shrouded in misery and his future was clouded in uncertianty. He could not forget. The world wouldn’t let him.

Into the Night - Ch 5: Actual 12-year-old Darcy Lewis


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Madam Lewis.” JARVIS is now affecting a distinctively fed-up tone, but this has turned into a war of the wills, and Darcy will not bow.

Tony’s A.I. appears to have assumed the role of ‘most persistent parent ever to be saddled with a teenager,’ the teenager in this case being the very much grown-up Darcy Lewis… whose sleep schedule is, admittedly, still stuck somewhere in grade twelve. The initial ring of the morning alarm – set at the unreasonable hour of 10:00 a.m. – has been replaced by sounds to the tune of ‘car alarm meets shrieking baby.’

Darcy tugs her pillow over her head and slips further under her covers, one arm risking the cold to creep out from under the duvet and flail uselessly at the alarm clock on her bedside table, its evil numerals doubtless glowing accusingly back at her.

Madam Lewis,” JARVIS repeats, wheedling now. “Please get up.

Darcy is caught somewhere between respect for Tony and his sassy A.I., and also a bit of hatred at him. Seriously, a sentient alarm clock? I don’t need to be guilt-tripped at this ungodly hour. At least the crummy L.L. Bean clock at her own apartment wouldn’t have hurt feelings if she ignored it.

The car alarms start to morph into fire truck sirens. Fuck you, JARVIS.

Then her door creaks open.

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Darcy decided to ignore it temporarily, and for the first time since the movie started, she looked up at it, just in time to see two grotesquely-animated people having sex. For a terrifying second, she thought Loki had found terrible porn on Netflix, until a third grotesquely-animated person barged in on the couple and started shouting.

"What the hell did you put on?" she asked.

Loki took a moment to respond. “I don’t know,” he said.

Darcy watched in horrified confusion, not sure if she wanted to turn it off or look it up on IMDB. It was something about drug dealers and animal rights activists, and some kind of shady Russian circus. It was confusing and kind of revolting, and Darcy vaguely caught something about an elephant before Loki distracted her completely with his tongue in her mouth.