#edit: well now Ive commited to a stupid tag this is called

[bacchuschucklefuck]

official finish-this-sketch-how-you-want post idk what to call thisSAMPLE TEXT

hi! I miss drawing with people in a café and some folks mentioned they'd like to mess with my sketches themselves and that sounds cool so this is now a thing. if u play gartic phone this is basically the complement mode! but without the fucking ring noise that freaks you out right when you're getting into the flow of it

few things are 1/there's no hard deadline! take this at ur own pace if u do, but 2/I'll also be finishing this sketch and I estimate it to take around uhh 3 to 4 days? from the time this is posted. so if that's a structure u like then let's aim for something done in that timespan as well! and 3/if u finish ur piece and post it and want me to see it the best way to do that is to @ this blog! above all we go into this one determined to have fun and enjoy. I already bought u a matcha latte with oat milk sorry if u don't want that

here I got u today a sketch that's supposed to be Riz Gukgak (SY) (grey bg version and transparent version for ur ease of peruse)

remember to have fun & be urself & finish ur drink & see u in 4 or 5

[grandthorkiday]

Mob AU “Playthings” Part 2

[Link to mob!au anon’s “Playthings" fic tag]

[Start at Part 1]*

(*Note: Link is editable for other parts, just change the number. For mobile users, tag is “playthings part1”)

They got to the hospital as fast as traffic would allow. Val didn’t want to draw attention, knowing Grandmaster had spies everywhere including the police department. She had sent a cryptic message to her Captain, but other than that she tried to make things look as casual as possible. Bruce kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, a habit he had developed when he was trying to keep calm.

Dr. Foster met them in the lobby, nervously pacing. She shook their hands eagerly and motioned for them to follow.

“I think I messed up. I told him that I called you.”

“I thought he asked for me?”

“He did, but I guess he changed his mind. He got so agitated. He tried to rip out his IV and he started screaming at my nurse. He was going to be discharged tomorrow, but now I’m thinking about calling psych.”

“Do it, and ask for Stephen Strange. Tell him it’s for Val.”

They arrived to the hospital room several minutes later. Even from the hallway, one could here cursing and near sobbing as Loki screamed to be let go. Nine years ago, he had been a nervous kid who had politely spoke to his doctors and nurses as they tended him. Now, he screeched obscenities at everyone, violently jerking his entire body against the restraints he had been put into. His face was still littered with bruises and he had a cut on his lip he periodically worried with his tongue. His hair had grown and needed to be washed; it was starting to get a greasy sheen.

He glared at Foster as she moved to check his chart. “Fucking bitch. Let me go. I want to leave. You can’t keep me here.”

“It’s medically advisable for you to stay one more night.” She responded professionally. “You were very dehydrated when you came in here.”

“I’ll just drink more water,” he sneered at her. He tried once again to pull at his wrist restraints but nothing happened.

“Hey, Loki.” Val stepped forward.

Loki looked at her for only momentarily before turning his head away. “Go away.” His voice was flat. He struggled with his arm restraints again, but not as hard he previously had.

“After I came all this way?” She made her voice sound teasing. “Traffic was a bitch to get over here. And you did ask for me.”

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“Probably was drugged,” he grumbled. He shot Foster a glare. “She probably drugged me. Can I charge her with something?”

“We can discuss that later. How about we catch up first?”

“I want these things off of me.”

“We can see about that. Dr. Foster, can we get the chest restraint removed at least for now. May help calm him down.”

The doctor seemed unsure if that was wise, but she did it without complaint. Loki kept sending her daggers as she bent over him and undid the strap that went over his chest.

“We got it from here. Can we have the room?”

“I’m going to be right down the hall.”

Once she had left, Val moved one of the chairs in the room close to Loki’s left side. She waved Bruce into another close by, but not as close. The movement of the other man in the room was the first time the younger man had seen the former. He reared back like a cat, still locked into place.

“Hey, hey, relax. That’s just my new partner. Bruce Banner, this is Loki Valhalla.”

“Hey there, Loki!” Bruce said cheerfully enough.

Loki simply stared at him in suspicion.

“It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?”

No reply.

“Saw that you went to that playoff game. The one with Drax. Got pretty close to the action.”

Still no reply.

“You’ve lost some weight since then.”

“Diet.” Well, at least he said something.

“Really didn’t need it, did you?”

He shrugged, his gaze drifting to a ceiling tile.

“I almost went to your Mom’s funeral.”

That did something. Loki jerked as though he had been struck. He bit his lips as though he was concentrating extremely hard on a task.

“It was open to the public, and your sister invited me anyway. I didn’t go, though. Didn’t feel right, y'know? Showing up. Hardly knew her really.” She felt a tad guilty going down this road, but she knew she had so few options left to her. There was a large probability that at any moment that a knock could be at the door and a Sakaar lawyer would be there to whisk him away. She could get lucky and it could be Thor. Thor could possibly be persuaded into letting Loki stay longer in the hospital. At least twenty four hours. And a lot could happen in twenty four hours.

“I…I went to the funeral.” The words were spoken softly. Loki still refused to look at her, but his eyes didn’t seem present at all. “We both did. It was a lovely service. And they picked a wonderful spot for her to be buried.”

“I’ve been there. My wife’s mother is buried there. It’s very lovely.”

“She has a spot over looking the pond. She would like that.”

There was lull in the conversation, and Loki turned his face away from her. Val knew without seeing it that he was trying to hide the pain he felt. She glanced at Bruce who was just as deeply moved as she was. But he nodded all the same; they needed to make him talk.

“Y'know after I first met you, I contacted your Mother. She had been searching for you and Thor for a year and she was overjoyed to even hear you were alive.”

The younger man shook his head weakly.

“I used to call her every time I saw you after that. Just to reassure her. You remember when you asked me to tell her you were okay? I told her how you were alive and trying to look out for your brother. Y'know what she said to that? She said, ‘That’s my Loki.’”

“Please,” his voice sounded near breaking.

“You told me you needed my help all those years ago. I wanted to help you. I still want to help you. I want to help Thor.”

He took in a shaky breath that ended in a sob.

“Loki. Is Thor hurt too?”

“N-no.”

“Are you sure? It’s been two days. He hasn’t come to get you.”

“He’s in Atlantic City. All week. Big cage match.” Loki had regained some composure only to have it dashed away as he added, “I was supposed to go with him. But…” He shook his head and turned it slightly back to her, his face screwed up. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“No. I’m going to get you home.”

~~~~~

Hela Valhalla was one of the beautiful accomplished woman that Val had ever met. She had joined the Bar very young, became a successful prosecutor, before being almost immediately snatched up by the State Attorney. All this would make any other parent proud, but had made her father sour and virtually disown her.

“I’m not supposed to outshine him. Or Thor. He has a ‘legacy’ to keep,” the woman had said their first meeting.

The thirty five year old woman met the detective in the lobby of one of the last hotels in the city not owned or operated by En Dwi Gast. They made their way into the bar arm in arm and picked a secluded table in the back. To outside observers and any Sakaar spies, it would look like an affair, the way Hela’s hand traced Val’s and the flirtatious smile she received in return. But it was anything but that.

“How does he look?”

“Scared. Thin. Bruises everywhere. Still won’t talk. I think he’s waiting to see what will happen tomorrow when he is discharged.”

“Have you seen Thor?”

“Apparently he was taken to Atlantic City with Gast. I think this is our best opportunity. I’m going to have him be committed tomorrow.”

The playful mask Hela had slipped slightly. “Commit him?! He’s not-”

“He’s suffering, Hela. It’s been ten years. He’s not going to say everything to me or you. He needs help. And we have one of the best psychiatrists in the city ready to help him. Go tomorrow and be there with him. He’ll probably say fucked up shit, but he’s not doing it intentionally. He’s trying to get you to leave to protect himself and you. You need to reassure him. Maybe your Dad-”

Hela laughed. “Daddy won’t come! Not yet at least. He actually takes all those public appearances that bastard makes them do at face value. There was one time they were on that stupid radio show, the one they film and put online, and Gast made them describe their favorite part of fellatiating him. Loki spoke first and Daddy took it as proof. Proof that they both failed him. I keep sending articles on rape survivors, but he ignores me.”

“Then it has to be you. You have to be there for him.”

“He’s going to be so worried about Thor. They were inseparable as kids. They always looked for one another. It’s why Loki went to NYU. To be with Thor. He got accepted to nearly every college he applied, but he wanted to be with Thor. And Thor wanted him there too. To look out for him.”

Val took Hela’s hand into both of hers. “This is the best way to get both of them back. You just have to trust me.”