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On Hiatus | AO3 links to my fanfictions containing Tom Hiddleston characters. Current ships: Thor/Loki, Valkyrie/Loki, Loki/Male OCs, Loki/Female OCs, Thomas Sharpe/Male OC, and Thomas Sharpe/Female OCs. Fanfictions contain eighteen and over explicit, extremely dark, and taboo themes. Follow #mffic for the fanfiction, Mangling the Fowls. Follow #cdfic for the fanfiction, Crimson Decay.

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Pieces of Me

An anthology of poems from the mind of one complex and unusual being.  

Pieces of Me Too

A collection of song lyrics from the soul of a caged bird with a bleeding heart.

The Eye of Demun

As a full-time college professor and a single father of three unruly girls, Thomas Ullian has little time to indulge the fantasies and mythology of Simius’ past. Until a youthful, pestering, and determined colleague enters the scene. Orokio Musoxee is convinced that, though Thomas does not exhibit personalities, he was born with them.

Orokio presents an idea to Thomas that some people have had their personalities stolen and transferred to another. He also tells him the legend of The Eye of Demun and how it is the key to ending personality theft. Thomas aggressively rejects Orokio’s claims until his oldest daughter is brutally assaulted by a man and his personalities. Mirroring a crime that happened years ago.

Leaving his girls in the care of a friend, Thomas joins Orokio on a voyage deep into the Junglei jungles hoping to put an end to personality theft and discover the truth governing personalities. Who knows what other truths he might find? Truths within himself. Truths that only Orokio could have awakened.

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The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls

The Dark Asgard Chronicles is a collection of stories that presents an alternative to the benevolent Asgard documented in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Inspired by the Gor Chronicles by John Norman, an upside-down Asgard exists where morals are subjective and traits like greed and hedonism thrive. In this tale, Asgard is the most powerful of The Nine Realms and controls the slave trade throughout. Mangling the Fowls is the first story in The Dark Asgard Chronicles. It introduces the reader to the slave society and the underhanded schemes the royal family has embarked on to ensure the right son sits on the throne of Asgard.  

The darkness consumed them, and they were finally free…

Mangling the Fowls is the first story in The Dark Asgard Chronicles. It introduces the reader to the slave society and the underhanded schemes the royal family has embarked on to ensure the right son sits on the throne of Asgard. The story is mostly Loki-centric but other characters from the Thor movies receive attention as well. The underlying theme of the story is that we are all slaves to something.

The Bitter Crimson Tales: Crimson Decay

The Bitter Crimson Tales is a collection of stories based on the 2015 movie Crimson Peak. Imagine for a moment if the Sharpes were rich and the family fortune wasn’t wasted by their father. Imagine if the brother and sister duo were fiends of the night. Interested? Come on in.  

The best kisses are always bitter…

Crimson Decay is the first story in The Bitter Crimson Tales. In the story, the reader is introduced to the wealthy and dead (well, undead I should say) Sharpe siblings. The deadly brother and sister duo haunt the night, living on stolen blood. The oppressed Thomas Sharpe longs for the touch of someone else besides his stifling depraved sister. Enters a beautiful boy and an exotic beauty. Oh, the drama!

Torrid Lucidity

I’ll have the easy with a side of pain…

Brock Rumlow is a nymphomaniac. He’s also a sociopath, but nothing’s new about that. However, what is new are flashes, visions, breaks in time, disorientation, and forgetfulness. Is he losing his mind? Not that he had it all together in the beginning.

Suddenly, a new man enters Rumlow’s life. Will he be able to hold onto something for once, or will the psychotic breaks keep interrupting the bliss?

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The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls

The Dark Asgard Chronicles is a collection of stories that presents an alternative to the benevolent Asgard documented in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Inspired by the Gor Chronicles by John Norman, an upside-down Asgard exists where morals are subjective and traits like greed and hedonism thrive. In this tale, Asgard is the most powerful of The Nine Realms and controls the slave trade throughout. Mangling the Fowls is the first story in The Dark Asgard Chronicles. It introduces the reader to the slave society and the underhanded schemes the royal family has embarked on to ensure the right son sits on the throne of Asgard.

The darkness consumed them, and they were finally free…

Mangling the Fowls is the first story in The Dark Asgard Chronicles. It introduces the reader to the slave society and the underhanded schemes the royal family has embarked on to ensure the right son sits on the throne of Asgard. The story is mostly Loki-centric but other characters from the Thor movies receive attention as well. The underlying theme of the story is that we are all slaves to something.

The Bitter Crimson Tales: Crimson Decay

The Bitter Crimson Tales is a collection of stories based on the 2015 movie Crimson Peak. Imagine for a moment if the Sharpes were rich and the family fortune wasn’t wasted by their father. Imagine if the brother and sister duo were fiends of the night. Interested? Come on in.

The best kisses are always bitter…

Crimson Decay is the first story in The Bitter Crimson Tales. In the story, the reader is introduced to the wealthy and dead (well, undead I should say) Sharpe siblings. The deadly brother and sister duo haunt the night, living on stolen blood. The oppressed Thomas Sharpe longs for the touch of someone else besides his stifling depraved sister. Enters a beautiful boy and an exotic beauty. Oh, the drama!

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Word Find Game

OK, so, I was tagged by  @diphthongsfordays. Let’s see if I can do this.

Discover (The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls):

Shrill cries of pain filled the chambers, emitting from a door. Loki smirked at Cedalore’s cringing shoulders. The bed chamber belonged to his Best Boy, Geirwyn, who was a sadomasochistic savage beast. At that moment, Geirwyn was disciplining one of Loki’s pleasure girls. Discovered entangled in lust with his brother’s man slave, Loki wanted her punished to ensure she returned her devotion to him and Geirwyn was doing a thorough job.

“That’s right, girl,” Loki spoke in a quiet chiseling tone as he leaned close to Cedalore. “Let those cries of your slave sister be a reminder that your little snatch belongs to me and only me, though yours isn’t worth being used. Plowing around in that hole would be as fun as sticking my dick in a drainage pipe. Would you even know what to do with it? You couldn’t please a man if your life depended on it. I dare say, you’ll always be a virgin.”

As Loki placed her beneath his other slaves, Cedalore distanced herself from them and considered none to be her slave brother or sister.

“Yes, my lord, Prince Loki,” Cedalore replied to Loki’s scalding words in her natural obedient tone though they stung like a poisonous arrow shot through her heart.

“How does that make you feel?” The prince continued his taunts of the girl as he enjoyed causing pain, both physical and emotional.

Cedalore inhaled and measured her words like a smart slave.

Parting her lips, Cedalore said, “It makes me feel like I am not worthy to be in your presence, my lord, Prince Loki. I shall try to please you in all the other ways that I can by being your hand slave.”

“Good girl,” Loki patronized, patting her mousy brown hair.

Leave  (The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls):

Hurrying from the dining hall with Cedalore trailing him, Loki raced along the corridor after Valkyrie who vanished around a corner. Rushing around the corner after Valkyrie, he halted as the cool steel of a dagger pressed to his taut throat.

“Perhaps you will die today, my Lord,” Valkyrie threatened, holding the dagger firm.

“Perhaps today you’ll stop your teasing and give into my yearnings to tease your body to the deepest hours of the night,” Loki replied, pushing the dagger from his throat with his index finger.

Cedalore remained calm at the sight of the dagger. She was used to these interactions between her master and Valkyrie.

“You know, they say Thor is the daft one, but why is it that I feel it’s you?” Valkyrie voiced, keeping her dagger pointed at Loki.

Loki lighted in a tickled laugh, saying, “If that came from any other woman’s lips, I’d be offended, but knowing that you mask your true love for me with your disdainful words only make me want you more.”

“Leave me be, weasel,” she dismissed him, sheathing her dagger.

Valkyrie continued along the corridor.

Following, Loki walked alongside Valkyrie, saying, “Please allow me to escort you to my chambers so I can steal your flower. I’m sure it will taste so sweet when it burst with sap.”

Valkyrie kept walking. Loki’s lascivious poetry would stir a weaker Valkyrie from her vows, but she was strong in her faith.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” Loki continued in his smooth tone. “I assure you I am skilled in deflowering virgins and would ease in gently with tender strokes. Hmmm…well, on the other hand, I think you’re much more of the kinkster and would love to have my big dick rip that tight cunny apart with jagged thrusts.”

As the glorious filth rolled from the silver tongue, Valkyrie closed her eyes and tried to control her anger. Loki plucked her chords like a skilled violinist, and whenever she gave in and clobbered him, it was feeding into his insatiable need to demand her attention. Using swift dexterity, she smashed the palm of her hand into his nose, sending his head back and blood streaming down his lips.

Tiny (The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls):

Loki stopped at the slave rings. Female breeders were walking in a single file with their wombs filled with the next generation of slaves. Allowing slaves outdoor exercise and recreation kept them in shape.

Loki detested children, though Frigga was prone to reminding him that he needed to take a wife. The adverseness he had toward children had its roots buried in his birth.

Asgard allowed selling infants into slavery, but there was a law against infanticide. The practice of selling runts into slavery existed on Jotunheim for years, but Asgard intervened when they learned how they dealt with infants left after sales. The idiotic Jotuns thought the birth of smaller infants was a disadvantage instead of an evolutionary event. Any runts left after sales were killed.

Notified of a Jotun market sale, Asgardian warriors stormed Jotunheim, but they arrived at the slave house to find a slaughter of blue infants. Removing their capes, Asgardian warriors swaddled the baby corpses, preparing to take them to Asgard for a proper burial. One warrior lifted a tiny blue baby corpse and a small blue hand thrust from where it had lain. The warrior pulled the baby from among the dead and presented it to Odin. The baby was King Laufey’s son. Odin wanted to sell the baby into slavery, but Frigga grew attached to the child. Casting a spell, Odin hid the baby’s blue skin and red eyes, and Frigga named him Loki.

Discovering the origin of his birth, Loki had a temper tantrum that lasted six years. Learning that he was a thrown-away child, something in him cracked. The opinion that family, love, and children were a waste of time and effort was cemented in him. Why should he love anyone if his birth parents treated him like trash? According to him, procreation needed to cease with all children being eliminated. Once procreation ceased, the universe would be at peace.

Uneasy: not found

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Your words: Decay, Birth, Funny, High

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Original Writing

Links: L M Stephens

Pieces of Me

A collection of poems from the mind of one complex and unusual being.

Pieces of Me Too

A collection of song lyrics from the soul of a caged bird with a bleeding heart.

The Eye of Demun

As a full-time college professor and a single father of three unruly girls, Thomas Ullian has little time to indulge the fantasies and mythology of Simius’ past. Until a youthful, pestering, and determined colleague enters the scene. Orokio Musoxee is convinced that, though Thomas does not exhibit personalities, he was born with them.

Orokio presents an idea to Thomas that some people have had their personalities stolen and transferred to another. He also tells him the legend of The Eye of Demun and how it is the key to ending personality theft. Thomas aggressively rejects Orokio’s claims until his oldest daughter is brutally assaulted by a man and his personalities. Mirroring a crime that happened years ago.

Leaving his girls in the care of a friend, Thomas joins Orokio on a voyage deep into the Junglei jungles hoping to put an end to personality theft and discover the truth governing personalities. Who knows what other truths he might find? Truths within himself. Truths that only Orokio could have awakened.

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Last Line Tag

Hmmm...never done one of these before. Looks like I just post some of my work...Let’s hope I get this right. I was tagged by  @dontjudgemeimawriter. Thanks.

Here we go:

Serenity presented itself. A calmness presided over the room as the two let the afterglow flow through them. Thomas rested his cheek on the back of Mavis’ head and curled his arms around her, his fingers entangled with hers. They were together, it was simple, it was blissful, it was eternity.

Mavis wiggled beneath Thomas, and he slid off her, laying on his back. She crawled to him and laid her head upon his strong pectoral with his arm coming down to cuddle her.

Thomas and Mavis were unaware of Arlene ceasing her howling, but she had faded to darkness in an unconscious state.

Beautiful moments like these made Thomas want to stay connected with Mavis. Was it selfish to want everything to be perfect and sublime?

Mavis’ fingers traced patterns through Thomas’ chest hairs that were sticky with blood while his fingers did the same to her shoulder. A gentle hum played on her lips, and he smiled. Her voice was alluring and though the lullaby haunted him, he enjoyed it at that moment. She began to sing.

“Let the wind blow kindly

In the sail of your dreams

And the moon light your journey

And bring you to me

We can’t live in the mountains

We can’t live out at sea

Where oh, where oh, my lover

Shall I come to thee?”

Mavis’ voice spiraled to a slow trail until the end of the song. Thomas smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple. Haunting and magnificent described her voice and the lullaby, and as when they were children, the sensation of peace, safeness, and love surrounded him.

The two lay in bed upon the bloody sheets and blankets with their bodies sticky from their love juice and Arlene’s blood. Their eyes were closed and neither cared if Arlene lived or died. Staying in each other’s arms, they died as the sun rose in the sky.

Hope I did this right. Let me know if I didn’t. I’m tagging:  @dilemmaontwolegs and  @reowrites. Hope that is ok.

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Slave Food

Story: Mangling the Fowls

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Slaves ate the same thing at every meal unless the master favored them. Daily meals consisted of gruel made of oats and grains swept from mill floors with dried and ground fruit and vegetable waste like stems, leaves, skins, and seeds. Slices of stale bread and a square of loaf meat made from offal and the less desirable parts of meat went with the gruel. During the morning they had tea sans milk, cream, honey, or sugar, in the afternoon they had milk, and in the evening, they had water.

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Detoxing Remedy for Drunkenness

Story: Mangling the Fowls

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Artist: Rittik-Designs

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Used to clear inebriated minds, the Detoxing Remedy for Drunkenness is taken in three potions. The first potion is icy, followed by the lukewarm, and ends with the hot. 

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Crimson Decay: Chapter 5

Title: Crimson Decay

Chapter: 5

Note:

This story contains characters ages 16 and up in graphic sexual situations.

Type: Non-Canon/Alternate Universe/Series

Ratings: Explicit

Warning:

Contains graphic heterosexual sex.

Contains graphic mutilation.

Contains graphic violence.

Contains graphic torture.

Contains graphic incestuous sex.

Contains incestuous relationship.

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandoms: Crimson Peak

Relationships: Thomas Sharpe/Original Characters

Characters: Thomas Sharpe, Original Characters

Tags: emotional/psychological abuse, obsession, love, jealousy, erotica, explicit sexual content, devotion, blood drinking, orgasm, trauma, injury, prostitution, licking, nipple licking, kissing, blow job, cunnilingus, anilingus, underwear kink, women's underwear, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, mutilation, torture, nipple torture, tit torture, sadism, violence

Summary: Needing food, Thomas goes on a hunt and brings back an unfortunate. Always one to play with her food, Mavis lays in some horrors. Thrilled with the lust of the meal, the brother-sister duo revel in carnal desires.

Intro:

The carriage rocked along the road as Wainsworth drove the horses through the East End. Thomas sat in the carriage, scanning the sea of unfortunates for a victim. Attempting to avoid the wrong type of attention, Thomas took the carriage to the East End instead of the motorcar, which was a symbol of wealth. Thomas wore clothing that had been well-made but were a few years old and worn around the edges. Thomas wanted to attract a victim but avoid being mugged by a miscreant.

Opening his mind and eyes to all who wandered the slums at that late hour of night, Thomas searched for the impossible. A red-haired female. Red hair was a rare trait and searching for one was like a needle in a haystack. The idea of returning home without one was worse than staying outside waiting for the sun.

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24087595/chapters/59441914

FFN Link:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13972705/5/The-Bitter-Crimson-Tales-1-Crimson-Decay

Mavis Sharpe

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Crimson Decay Book Cover

I had a cover made for Crimson Decay.

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24087595/chapters/58705522

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13972705/4/The-Bitter-Crimson-Tales-1-Crimson-Decay

Artist: Elysekh

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Asgardian Currency

In my Dark Asgard Thor Marvel AU fanfic, Mangling the Fowls, they use coins on Asgard and I commissioned an artist to make the coins.

Gold: valknut, which is a symbol related to Odin and used in a lot of Norse artefacts

Silver: Sleipnir, Odin's horse

Copper: a bird representing Odin's ravens, Huginn and Muninn

Back: Yggdrasil, Tree of Life

Front Reads: Odin the High One

Back Reads: With Bravery and Will

Coin conversion:

1 gold piece = $100.00 USD

1 silver piece = $10.00 USD/100 silver pieces = 1 gold piece

1 copper piece = $1.00 USD/10 copper pieces = 1 silver piece

You can find the artist on Deviant Art and Patreon. She is a terrific artist and always exceed my expectations. She makes objects and weapons. Her information is bellow.

Story: Mangling the Fowls

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1716166

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13867751/1/The-Dark-Asgard-Chronicles-1-Mangling-the-Fowls

Artist: Rittik-Designs

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Disease of My Mind

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Crimson Decay: Chapter 4

Title: Crimson Decay

 Chapter: 4

 Note:

This story contains characters ages 16 and up in graphic sexual situations.

 Type: Non-Canon/Alternate Universe/Series

 Ratings: Explicit

 Warning:

None

 Categories: F/M, M/M

 Fandoms: Crimson Peak

 Relationships: Thomas Sharpe/Original Characters

 Characters: Thomas Sharpe, Original Characters

 Tags: teenager, no sex

 Summary: Returning to his office on Arlong Street, Thomas is bombarded by Jacqueline's lusty scent in his office. Going to confront her at her apartment, he stays to receive some much-needed information.

 Intro:

After tossing Darren a few pounds and muttering a gruff greeting without addressing him, Thomas hurried into his office. Darren frowned at the notes in his hat. Had Darren done something wrong? Thomas wanted distance from Darren. The boy assumed his presence was unwanted. Placing his earnings in his pocket, Darren placed his hat on his head and stood. Observing Thomas through the office window, Darren read the furious expression on his face and made his way home for the night.

Thomas was unaware of Darren’s departure as a smoky, nutty, and earthy scent enveloped him. Beneath the scent lingered the sweetness of a woman. The scent was unmistakable and alluring but disturbing to Thomas. The scent belonged to Jacqueline as it had emitted from the ebony seductress when they met.

 AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24087595/chapters/58705522

 FFN Link:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13972705/4/The-Bitter-Crimson-Tales-1-Crimson-Decay

Jacqueline Pitch

Darren Wiggins

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Plague of My Body

Disease of My Mind

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Disease of My Mind

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Crimson Decay: Chapter 3

Title: Crimson Decay

 Chapter: 3

 Note:

This story contains characters ages 16 and up in graphic sexual situations.

 Type: Non-Canon/Alternate Universe/Series

 Ratings: Explicit

 Warning:

None

 Categories: F/M, M/M

 Fandoms: Crimson Peak

 Relationships: Thomas Sharpe/Original Characters

 Characters: Original Characters

 Tags: teenager, murder, no sex, blood drinking

 Summary: Jacqueline hunts a meal, chit chats with Darren, and breaks into Thomas' office. What a naughty girl.

 Intro:

The slums in the East End of London reeked with depression, poverty, anger, filth, and lechery. Prowling on a hunt, Jacqueline invaded the minds of all who drew toward her. Presenting herself as an easy target, she was dressed in her finest clothes and allowed her reticule to dangle from her wrist without care. There was a certain type of prey she was searching for, male, angry, racist, and dangerous. By targeting that type of prey, she was performing a service to humanity by ridding it of scum.

Before arriving in the East End, four taxis passed Jacqueline in the West End, refusing to service a black woman. The fifth taxi carried her to the edge of the East End, refusing to drive her into the area, and of course charged her a discriminatory fee higher than that of a white passenger. Used to discrimination, Jacqueline ignored the inequality.

 AO3 Link:

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/24087595/chapters/58417048

FFN Link:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13972705/3/The-Bitter-Crimson-Tales-1-Crimson-Decay

Jacqueline Pitch

Darren Wiggins

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Crimson Decay: Chapter 2

Title: Crimson Decay

Chapter: 2

Note:

This story contains characters ages 16 and up in graphic sexual situations.

Type: Non-Canon/Alternate Universe/Series

Ratings: Explicit

Warning:

Contains incestuous relationship.

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandoms: Crimson Peak

Relationships: Thomas Sharpe/Original Characters

Characters: Thomas Sharpe, Original Character

Tags: emotional/psychological abuse, obsession, love, no sex, jealousy, incest, devotion, blood drinking, drama

Summary: Thomas seeks solace in his workshop only to be infringed upon by Mavis' antagonistic nature.

Intro:

As ebony and ivory keys were caressed by wispy fingers, a solemn melody moaned from the piano. The melody filled the spacious manor that was hollow of life, leaving one to expect ghosts to stir in the halls. The melody caressed the senses pulling at the stopped hearts of the two beings as dark memories played at the recesses of their minds. One sibling reveled in the melancholy while the other drowned. All the way to the top of the grand manor, the dreadful pitch found its target who was sitting, or to be exact, hiding in his workshop.

Reclined in the wooden chair, Thomas sat in his room of trinkets, pondering what to tinker with. His long fair fingers were laced together across his middle while his elbows hung on the arms of the chair. He was slumped in the chair with his planted and splayed feet keeping him situated.

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24087595/chapters/58235344

FFN Link:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13972705/2/The-Bitter-Crimson-Tales-1-Crimson-Decay

Mavis Sharpe

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Plague of My Body

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Disease of My Mind

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Crimson Decay: Chapter 1

Title: Crimson Decay

Chapter: 1

Note:

This story contains characters ages 16 and up in graphic sexual situations.

Type: Non-Canon/Alternate Universe/Series

Ratings: Explicit

Warning: 

Contains graphic male masturbation.

Contains incestuous relationship.

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandoms: Crimson Peak

Relationships: Thomas Sharpe/Original Characters

Characters: Thomas Sharpe, Edith Cushing, Original Characters

Tags: teenager, emotional/psychological abuse, character death, obsession, love, murder, jealousy, explicit sexual content, incest, devotion

Summary: Here we see Thomas and Mavis in the woods concealing an atrocity. Desiring time to himself, Thomas goes to his office in London where he’s bothered by a beautiful boy and meets an interesting woman.

Intro:

England 1905

Darkness held all the secrets of the world. The moon and stars witnessed those that crept upon the earth. Deep down where the insects slept, a colony of soil, debris, and rot mingled to create life that pushed into the air, creating a habitable climate for those that crept along the surface. Shadows cast illusions, weaving among trees, and capturing lost souls that ventured across the English countryside. A bitter wind blew through the forest rustling the few lingering leaves on stripped trees. The leaves fluttered to the ground among a bed of their siblings where they languished, transforming to rot.

AO3 Link: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24087595/chapters/57976414

FFN Link: 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13972705/1/The-Bitter-Crimson-Tales-1-Crimson-Decay

Mavis Sharpe

Darren Wiggins

Jacqueline Pitch

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Disease of My Mind

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Loki’s Sleep Sheaths: Female/Young/Summer

So, I commissioned an artist to draw the sleep sheaths that Loki's slaves sleep in. This is from Mangling the Fowls. I am so amazed at the level of detail he put in it. He is not cheap but it's worth it in my opinion. This is Loki's best girl, Aleeta and I have included a picture of the person who inspired the character so you can see the level of detail that went into the picture. The artist's information is below. 

Story: Mangling the Fowls

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1716166

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13867751/1/The-Dark-Asgard-Chronicles-1-Mangling-the-Fowls

Artist: Yerlik 

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