#i was watching that one part where mobius is like 'you could even be someone good. just in case anyone ever told you different'

[infinityinakiss]

lokius is so funny, because here's this middle aged dad that loves key lime pie and wears the same outfit everyday, and there's loki, the god of mischief and chaos, arguably one of the most unpredictable characters, looking at mobius like everything he says is surprising.

[endless-ineffabilities]

The Bolter (part seven)

Steve Rogers x f!reader / Bucky Barnes x f!reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

in this chapter : Steve's visitors in the 1950s force him to accept the truth. The new Captain America drives a wedge in the reader's relationship with Bucky.

themes/warnings : pining, angst, Loki and Mobius featured

word count : 2k

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The 1950s, seven months after Steve's arrival

You're not supposed to be here.

The sound of an old radio drifts lazily through the air, some crooner from a time long forgotten. Loki lingers behind Mobius in the living room, adjusting his coat with a smirk that practically drips with condescension. He's enjoying the storm of emotion on Steve's face.

"What do you mean?" The former Captain America asks.

Mobius and Loki exchange glances before Mobius steps forward, pulling out a small, metallic device that flickers with a strange light.

Mobius gets right into his explanation, gesturing to the TemPad, its holographic images flashing in front of Steve: timelines splitting, branches forming, collapsing under the careful pruning of the TVA.

Steve simply watches as the enormity of it sinks in. His world is crumbling around him yet again.

"What do you think you're doing here, Captain?" Loki drawls, his eyes glinting with an odd mix of amusement and sympathy. "Living the quiet life, are we? Playing house in the 1950s?"

Mobius sighs, ignoring Loki's taunts. "You know why we’re here, Steve. We came to bring you back. You weren’t meant to stay."

Steve’s eyes flicker with a brief flash of something – regret? Guilt? Or was that hope? He turns slightly, casting a glance at the quaint home he stands in, and then back at Mobius. "I made my decision."

"Yeah, you did," Loki interrupts, crossing his arms as he sizes up the man in front of him. "And look where that’s gotten you. Hiding out in a time that doesn’t belong to you."

Steve’s jaw clenches, his fists tightening. He can feel the accusation hanging in the air, too familiar, too true. But he keeps his voice steady, his shoulders stiff. "I came back to claim what I deserve."

Mobius steps closer, his voice softer now. "While I understand that, Steve... Right now, you’re living in the past – a time which was never meant to be your present."

Steve says nothing. The truth is a splinter lodged in his chest, one that’s been festering since he first stepped into this world that wasn’t his. Because it wasn’t really about Peggy anymore. It was about you.

You. The one he left behind, the one he’s thought about every single day since he made that fateful choice. He had convinced himself he was doing the right thing, that he could live in the past and let go of everything. But the truth gnawed at him. He wasn’t living here – he was hiding.

"I had to come back," Steve mutters, almost to himself. "I owed it to Peggy."

Loki lets out a sharp laugh, drawing Steve’s attention. "Oh, please. Owing someone something doesn’t mean trapping yourself in a past that doesn’t need you. Peggy moved on, Steve. She had a life. But you? You abandoned yours."

He abandoned you. He abandoned Bucky.

Mobius sighs again, hands slipping into his pockets as he tries to cut through Loki’s sharp edges. "Steve, we’re not here just because of your choices. You staying here, in this time – it’s creating problems. Serious ones."

Steve frowns, straightening. "You prune timelines. What’s one more divergence?"

Mobius rubs the back of his neck, glancing at Loki before answering. "You're not just some random variant. You're Captain America. The impact of your absence is like pulling a thread from a tightly woven tapestry. Everything starts to unravel. Even the TVA can't stop the consequences of that for long."

Steve’s face hardens. "I'm just living quietly, out of the way. No one knows I'm here."

Loki’s voice cuts in, sharp and cold. "And every day you stay, more branches form. The longer you hide from where you're meant to be, the more damage is done."

Mobius steps forward, his voice steady but urgent. "Steve, we can only prune so much before the entire thing collapses. And trust me, when that happens, we don’t just erase this reality. We erase you."

"I don't believe – "

"We erase her."

Steve’s breath catches, his mind racing. This wasn’t what he thought. Now that harm is directed to you, the situation has drastically changed for him.

"And what if I go back?" Steve’s voice is tight, controlled, but beneath it is a thread of fear, of hope.

Mobius softens, sensing the shift. "If you go back, the timeline stabilizes. The branches collapse. The Steve Rogers your world remembers – the one who fought for the future, not the past – returns. And her…" He pauses, carefully choosing his words. "She's still waiting for you, Steve."

"Is she?" Loki cuts in, his tone mischievous as can be. "Didn't they just – "

Mobius sharply stops him right then and there. "Shut up, Loki."

Steve's heart twists painfully. His choice had been selfish, and he knows that. He'd run from you, from a future he was afraid to face. A life he believed could never offer peace.

"What if it's too late?" His voice breaks, just a little, his heart finally admitting the one thing he’s been too afraid to say.

Mobius smiles gently. "You’ve made tough calls before, Steve. But this isn’t about war, or duty, or sacrifice. This is about you. You deserve to live in your timeline – with the people who need you. She needs you. Go back, Steve. Fix what you can still fix."

Steve stands in silence, torn between the life he thought he wanted and the one that’s still waiting for him. He thought staying here would bring him peace, but all it's brought is doubt, regret, and a gnawing emptiness. He doesn't have his heart here with him.

Steve is about to speak, when Hunter comes bounding in the room, tail wagging wildly as he takes in the intruders. Another thing that Steve will have to leave behind.

But, apparently not.

"The dog can come with you," Mobius offers, shrugging lightly.

"What?" Loki turns to him in amused disbelief.

"Oh c'mon. Hunter is just as much hers, as he is Steve's."

2024, seven months after Steve's departure

For a while, everything had felt right.

Whatever right was in your lives.

Until the TV in your apartment blared the news about John Walker, Captain America 2.0.

Bucky watched it, jaw clenched, as some stranger stood there in Steve's uniform, parading the shield like it had only ever been his.

Bucky saw the flash of pain that crossed your face, which quickly transformed into anger.

He felt it almost immediately. You were pulling back, closing yourself off, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not when the ghost of Steve is hovering between the two of you.

Was it still about Steve? Or was it about the future you both thought you had a handle on, until some nobody took everything that Steve represents?

Bucky knows you're hurting. He feels it. He's felt it since the moment Steve left – when you were left behind, and so was he.

And it kills him, seeing you like this, maybe even more than the pain he feels from being left behind.

Steve's shadow is keeping you from fully being here, with him, and it's a fresh kind of hurt.

You shut the TV off and irately toss the remote somewhere in the room.

Bucky clenches his fists and finally speaks, his voice rougher than usual. "We should go see Sam."

"Okay," you respond, your voice calm yet empty.

He's not going to lose you. He can't.

"Doll?"

Your response is a barely audible hum.

Bucky reaches for your hand, his anchor. "We're gonna be okay."

You nod, and offer a weak smile.

It's enough, for now.

When you arrive at Sam's, the tension doesn't ease. Sam takes one look at the two of you, and immediately detects that something is off.

Obviously, there's the matter of Walker. But he sees that there's something different too.

Just what the hell did you and Bucky get yourselves into?

Bucky and Sam exchange a look – one loaded with frustration – before Bucky breaks the silence. "We can't let Walker carry that shield, Sam. Before Steve left, he – "

Sam sighs, shaking his head. "He hinted at wanting to pass the mantle on to you or me – "

Bucky intervenes, "It should be you."

" – but... it's out of our hands, Buck. The government's already made their decision."

The words hit Bucky like a punch. You stay quiet, your mind whirring. You're thinking about Steve again – Bucky can see it.

Something settles in the pit of his stomach. It's nasty and unwelcome, and it makes him want to reach for you and shake Steve out of your thoughts.

He wants to tell you that he's here, and Steve isn't.

He's jealous.

Great, Bucky groans internally, I'm jealous of a damn ghost.

Sam watches the two of you for a moment, sensing the tension. "We'll figure something out. But for now, we have to let this play out. I've got other things on my plate right now."

"What is it?" you finally speak up, concern evident in your tone. "Anything we can do to help?"

"I've been hearing talk about this group. They call themselves the Flag Smashers. I can show you guys the briefing. They're out there right now, and they're not gonna wait for us to get our act together."

"We're coming with you," Bucky says, his voice steady and unflinching.

"Non-negotiable," you confirm, smirking, stepping closer to Bucky as a show of unity.

Sam hesitates, arms crossed as if weighing his options, then his gaze lingers on Bucky's neck. Then slowly – too slowly – he glances at you.

That's when he finally catches on.

The look on his face is almost comical, his eyes widening as he clocks the similar, telltale mark at the crook of your neck.

"Oh, man. Really?"

You feel your cheeks heat instantly as Sam's smirk grows wider.

"What? It's not – " you try to speak, but Sam's having none of it.

"No, no, no. This explains a lot. Like, a lot." He's grinning now, shaking his head like he's finally in on the joke. "I mean, all this weird energy... I thought y'all we're just mad about Walker, but now I get it. Shoulda known. It makes a lot of sense, the two of you."

You glance at Bucky, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere but in that room.

"It's not like that," you mutter defensively, even though it's pointless with Sam.

"Sure, sure," Sam says, failing to suppress a chuckle. "You two just happened to get the same exact bruise in the same exact spot. Must have been a hell of a battle, huh?"

Bucky just scowls, though his ears are tinged pink. "So are you going to brief us or what?"

"Nah, man, you're good. So, what's the plan? You gonna take on the Flag Smashers like it's some couples' retreat?"

You sigh. "We're helping. That's it. This conversation is over."

"Okay, okay," Sam raises both hands in surrender, but he doesn't miss the chance to land another jab. "You're in. But maybe leave the hickeys for after the mission, yeah?"

"Shut up, Wilson," Bucky grumbles. Then he mutters under his breath, as Sam walks away to retrieve the files – "No promises."

You shoot him a look that lets him know you heard him, and he meets your gaze coolly. He wanted you to hear.

You feel a bit lighter – it's the effect he has on you.

Even though chaos has set back in your reality, and even though you're not quite sure where things stand between you and Bucky, there's one thing you know for sure – you're going into this together.

Non-negotiable.

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Some notes in the margins...

Stevie boy's coming back! With Hunter!! I guess you can say he'll actually give Bucky something to be jealous about. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Judging by the results of this poll, yous are heavily pro-Bucky. Can't blame ya. But is he endgame?

What do you think will happen when they're all back together in the next part? 🙃

[therese-lokidottir]

Could you list all the horrible stuff Mobius did? Because anytime I see criticism they always focus on sylvie rather than him. I didn’t watch season 2 because I had no interest. I also don’t like Mobius but I feel like criticism about him is buried under a lot of anti sylvie posts.Plus I suck at articulating my opinion.

So, this is less a list and more of a general assessment that Mobius is a fascist and he is perfectly happy to be a fascist when it benefits him.

From moment one he is shown to be complicit in death of child. He seems slightly sad he has to do it, but does it without hesitation and then he wants to recruit Loki so he can be a part of the TVA and the system can go on unimpeded. A system the wipes realities from existence.

A system that pulls people from time, strips them, puts collars around their necks like their animals and puts them on display to have their "crimes" told them and they are excited in front of an audience. Mobius is fine with all that, and that can happen to children. The TVA's "trials" exist to humiliate and dehumanized its victims. There is no way someone can be proved innocent or sent back home. It is a fascistic practice meant to show variants as lessor and TVA to justify themselves.

Mobius know what the TVA does and has no objection to it. He is complicit in and proudly so. He is fine with these fascistic practices. He's made the choice to believe in it with no solid proof that his bosses are even real.

Now, getting into more specific things he's done, he has tortured. He Tortured Loki for what had to be hour, because he was mad. There was no information to get. He just had Loki physically and emotionally torture because he was mad Loki ran away and he was going to let him be tortured until his execution. There's also a torture scene in season 2 and even if shown Loki doing the torturing, it still Mobius. It's not just something he's complicit in the Idea had to come from him. The means to do it is just another thing the TVA proudly has.

Mobius also takes no responsibility for himself. He consistently hides behind his justifications, even after they have been proven false. He doesn't seem to realize that doing something wrong for a "good reason" is still wrong. I'm not a fan of Sylvie, but Mobius is the last person who should call her out. When she pointed out the obvious evil and wrongdoings of the TVA, his first response was to accuse her of doing something wrong too. This was after she mentioned that she had been taken as a little girl and orphaned, no less.

Mobius is so entitled and hypocritical. He claims he brought on Loki to give him a chance. But he constantly annoyed and frustrated with Loki. He pushes Loki by insulting him and claims Loki is wasting time. Loki has been torn from his home and that place now being destroyed means Loki has nothing and Mobius seems angry that Loki isn't automatically going along with whatever he and the TVA wants.

One of the biggest problems is what is Loki suppose do? He tries his best, he acts like a consultant giving his insight but there's not much more Loki can do. Loki has been asked to find someone who can be anywhere in time and space and Mobius is mad when Loki can't do it right away and then doesn't even give him any kind of praise when he does manage to figure it out. Mobius is just an entitled ass, he acts like it's a personal betrayal that Loki wouldn't want to be part of the TVA. A place where he has been constantly threatened with death, insulted, and belittle and it has been made clear there is no life beyond. Mobius can't comprehend at no point was he doing Loki a favor making him a part of that.

Mobius acts entitled to Ravonna. When he does terrible things, he considers it just part of the job. However, when he becomes the victim, suddenly it becomes personal because they were friends. I know they make her much worse in the second season, but as far as season one goes, they did the same things for the same reason. The TVA only started being wrong when Mobius found out he was a victim. He feels not guilt nor remorse for the lives lost or his action, he only got mad his life was stolen, and he didn't get jet-ski.

Mobius is a selfish fascist, he justified to himself because being part of the TVA made him feel important. That's why he gets the most upset over his own loss, that's why he loses when he's called a nobody while never standing up for others. Because it's all about his own ego.

I don't like Sylvie, but my true distain for the character stems from bad interactions with some overzealous fans and the creators clear favoritism over Loki I character I actually care about. I'd probably just ignore her otherwise. But I utterly loathe Mobius. I find him one of the most contemptible characters I've ever seen.

[silentxsymphony]

You Don’t Understand, I Need Pie

900 words of Loki x Supernatural nonsense detailing Loki and Castiel seeking pie for their human boyfriends. Dedicated to my Automat server friends always willing to indulge my silliness and be my cheerleaders 🥰🥧

gif credit to the wildly talented @lokimobius

Castiel narrowed his eyes as his attention shifted from the terrified convenience store employee to the strange rectangle of orange light that just appeared beside him. A tall, dark-haired man stepped through the light as if it were some kind of door and looked around the shop curiously. 

“I hear this establishment has pie?”

Castiel released his grip on the employee, who took the opportunity to sprint through a door to the back of the store. He sensed an aura of power emanating from the other man that was unfamiliar and made him uneasy. 

“Yes…I, too, was in search of pie. Do you know where to find it?”

The other man smoothed a hand down the tie that had apparently been rumpled during his interdimensional travels. 

“Well, since you were already here and in the process of…accosting that unsuspecting human, I assumed you might already know.”

If possible, Castiel’s eyes squinted into even thinner slits at the specification of the word ‘human.’ 

“Well, I don't know. That’s why I needed his assistance,” Cas replied. “And now he’s gone.”

The other man rolled his eyes. “I certainly don’t know how to navigate one of these Midgardian monstrosities. And I don’t think I want to obtain pie from here. The odor in this shop is…unfortunate,” he arched a brow. “And you are?” 

Cas bristled at the way the other man looked down his nose at him. “My name is Castiel. And I’m an Angel of the Lord.”

“An angel?” He paused, considering. “How quaint.” 

Cas felt his irritation prickle further and nearly summoned the power to smite this interloper with the palm of his hand before he was interrupted. 

“Oh do calm down. I want no quarrel with you. I sensed there was someone else on this timeline projecting a need similar to my own and sought it out. I’m merely trying to complete this errand and get back from whence I came. Hopefully with pie in hand. Key lime, if possible.” 

Cas watched as the stranger raked a hand through his dark hair. It was only his sensitive hearing that allowed Cas to hear him mutter, “Mobius will be so disappointed if I’m not successful. He’s been cranky and out of sorts since the Automat has been closed for repairs.”

Cas blinked owlishly as the other man snapped his fingers and pointed at him. “I have an idea.” He stiffened as he approached him. “You have no reason to fear me.” Cas tilted his head as the other man reached out his hand. “My name is Loki, and I believe we could help each other in our endeavors.” 

Sensing no threat after a gentle prod with his grace, Cas cautiously extended his hand to shake Loki’s. 

When they parted, Loki flashed a smile. “There, now that we are properly acquainted.” He tapped his own temple before pointing toward Cas’. “This is how your magic works, yes?”

Cas almost huffed an irritated retort of “it’s not magic, it’s grace” but figured it wouldn’t help him in his quest for Dean’s pie. “Yes, essentially.”

Loki held both of his hands between them, palms up. “Think of the pie you seek. I will do the same.” He nodded toward Cas’ hands. 

Hesitating only a moment before he realized what Loki was suggesting, Cas raised his own hands and placed his fingertips gently against Loki’s temples. Loki smiled and closed his eyes, his face taking on a certain softness as he concentrated on the pie he sought – or, more likely, the one he sought the pie for. 

Sensing no danger, Cas closed his own eyes and thought of Dean. The way his eyes lit up when a diner had freshly baked pie. The way he’d giddily lick the whipped cream and filling from his fork and make happy little noises that did fluttery things to Cas’ belly. The way the smell of the spices of his beloved apple pie would cling to him after he’d devoured a slice. 

“Perfect!” 

Cas’ eyes snapped open and he followed Loki’s pleased gaze down to his opened palms. Faintly glowing green at the edges, each hand held a plate with a picture perfect piece of pie. A steaming slice of apple complete with exquisitely latticed crust in one hand and a cool, delicately airy slice of key lime topped with whipped cream in the other. 

Loki beamed once more at his efforts before drawing the plate with the key lime back toward himself and gesturing for Cas to take the other. 

“This was most helpful, Castiel. Thank you.” He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pressed a button on a strange-looking contraption that had the same rectangular passage of light as before appearing beside him. 

“Hope your companion enjoys his pie,” Loki said with a wink before he stepped through the passageway and it blipped closed behind him. 

Cas blinked at the plate in his hand and took a curious sniff. It smelled exactly how Dean’s favorite pie should. He held a curious hand over the warm slice and sent a questing pulse of grace over it. While he could still sense something a bit otherworldly about it, he could tell it would pose no threat to Dean. 

Convinced the pie was safe, Cas shrugged and held the plate steady before sending himself back to Dean with a blink of his eyes. 

He couldn’t wait to regale Dean with the strangest story. 

[fortemelody]

I'm bored so imma send an ask but what are your Amy Rose headcanons?

HI HELLO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!! i didn’t know how to answer it and then i got busy and then i forgot but i’m here now!

and tbh i still don’t entirely know how to answer it becus im not someone who makes headcannons very often. i usually just see some on my feed and be like “oh yeah that’s so them” and then immediately forget about it LMAO but i do have a couple even tho they are a bit basic and so i’ll try to describe those few in as great detail as possible

knuckles and amy are sibling 100%. they have that dynamic for sure! they train together and they tease each other. amy’s in the small demographic of few people he trusts too. many have also pointed out that they look similar and some people hc her as part echidna which im not really opposed to either

amy and shadow are definitely besties. whenever sonic is too stubborn to do “girly” things such as try on makeup for example, shadow would do that with her instead. he doesn’t care about his public image unlike sonic. music is something that brings them together too, seeing as we already know that they’re both swifties and went to hot honey! and she was the one who brought him back to his senses in the ending of SA2 (which btw im praying that the third movie has that scene aughdkftk). shadow has a clear soft spot for her that can only be brought out by amy. i feel like the next follow up question would be if i ship them and the answer is…not really?! i think it would be a situation where maybe amy is a bit touchy at times without realizing it and shadow blushes, or shadow does stuff to make sonic jealous (to clarify them hanging out in general is purely becus shadow wants to -not just an act so he can get back at sonic- but i think it would be funny if he would take the opportunity to brag about it when sonic gets on his nerves). i do not think either of them would actually date tho even with these one off situations and they are way better as platonic besties fr ong ‼️

this one is a bit random but i’ve always thought of amy being like… a starbucks addicted girly (in the world of mobius- not irl where they could possibly be funding a genocide 😭). and it’s kinda an ironic thing in my mind. yes, she’s the least ordinary girl you could get: wields a giant hammer, incredibly strong, is hyperfixated on and can use tarot cards as weapons, and has an indescribable intuition. however, calling back to the events of SA1, she really is just a normal hedgehog at the end of the day trying to lead a normal life. she had to learn all of these attributes, she wasn’t really born with an ability like the rest of team sonic. she also lived in an apartment for part of sonic x (i think?? haven’t watched the full series and i don’t remember everything) and actually liked it. so i think she would really enjoy simple more earth like customs. i think she honestly might be embarrassed of this fact too, seeing as she’s come all this way in her life just to resort to her old ways of living.

(…okay i’m gonna be honest that last one was a bit of a stretch and it originated from me and my friend calling her a basic white girl at one point as a joke LMAO but then i thought more about it and it kinda made sense once i put it into context)

the last one is a concept i kinda stole from a comic i saw a long time ago (i have no idea of the username- but if someone does lemme know). it was the idea that sonic started liking amy once she had started to move on, how the “chasing” kinda switched roles, and after she dialed down her “fangirling”. how sonic now wants her to be obsessed after she’s made so much progress in being her own person. i kinda wrote a fanfic based off of this and expanded upon my interpretation of it through amy’s POV. although i never posted it, i think the words i chose still capture it well so i’m just gonna copy and paste that:

“When Amy started to slowly change her childish and obnoxious mannerisms towards Sonic, he immediately felt more comfortable around her, and even started subtly reciprocating his feelings to her. Amy was obviously maturing no doubt about it, but she felt as if she had lost a part of herself in doing so. That side of her that would boldly protect and proclaim her love to him. That side to her that wouldn’t stop until she got her way. That side of her that was, as Jewel stated “…constantly following him”. She felt as if she had given up so much of her personality just to feel less incomplete, to have that soulmate she always dreamed about. On top of that, Sonic loved to come and go as he pleases. She knows that he was always going to be the adventuring type, but she wish more often that he would make an effort to chat or to invite her to tag along. Chaos knows when she tries to plan anything with him, she’s too paranoid for her own good, wondering if he’ll instantly interpret it as a date and chicken out.”

-different scene-

“Amy was surely blushing before, but nothing could’ve prepared her for that statement. She felt her heart beating, no, throbbing out of control. She looked like a full on tomato now. It’s always been her dream to dance with Sonic, but in the past he always ran away, so she gave up after several attempts. But this was the “new” her. He liked the “new” her, apparently enough to dance with him.”

(ik a lot of this doesn’t make sense without more context but uhhh this is getting too long already so if you wanna know details just DM me ig 💀)

and if it wasn’t obvious already- i take a lot of what is said in the twitter takeovers, tailstube, and idw comics to heart becus i think they have the most genuine and interesting versions of these characters and tell us about small details that we wouldn’t otherwise know. i not only make this info my hcs but also like to expand upon them and use them in my evidence- so that’s what most of the things i said above are referencing.

sooo yeah i think that’s all i got. sorry i guess a lot of these were more about dynamics of character interactions rather than amy herself… i hope that’s okay! tysm anon this was a lotta fun to answer and i hope to get more of these types of questions!!

[marvelmaniac2000]

Summary:  Loki finally catches you time slipping after you guys break up. Little does he know the different lives you guys could have shared.

Characters: Loki x (Reader (Y/N) Mobius, Sylvie

Subject: Fingering, foreplay, french kissing, angst reader, dominant Loki, makeup sex,  Loki season 2 (non spoiler smut) , 18+ ONLY,

Intercourse, doggy style, slow burn emotional sex, 

Words:1.4k 

 (I wish I could watch Loki again for the first time. I love the aesthetic. It’s probably the only MCU show I’m able to keep up with at the moment. Everything else is not on my agenda lately to be written about.) Wrote this late at night tired af 🤡

   You TemPad back into the TVA with burning red eyes trying to hold back the tears. There was nothing in your mind that mattered but some sheer solitude away from loki. He completely messed up your life. He was just a regular variant that needed to be controlled. What made him seem like he was any different from the rest? Maybe you were the weaker link in the TVA that he was able to manipulate the most. 

   You stood in the middle of the TVA main monitor before striding down the hall toward a vacant interrogation room. You slumped down in the chair and exhaled. Loki was under Mobius' responsibility and couldn’t run off without knowing his where abouts at all times. This was your chance to disconnect from whatever was happening. Mobius warned you many times before to stay away from him but you couldn’t help wondering what made this man think he was different from the rest of the variants at the TVA. Every flirtatious moment, slight touch and seductive gazed sent major shivers down your spine when he was even near you. Loki was helping you guys track down the unknown variant but little did you know that the same viarant apparently named “Sylvie” was something of his own new desire. 

    You heard a slight presence from somewhere in the dark room. “I told you, didn't I? Mobius lingered from behind. “Please leave me alone in my own thoughts for a second before you rub it in my face” “Nahhh I think this is all too good of a moment to pass up” Mobius slid his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, just think about it for a sec…the guy fell for a female version of himself.. That isn’t someone worth gloating about... trust me” Mobius stood across from the table. “Well you know you can't help who you fall in love with” you whispered. “That doesn’t exist here. You had a job to do, and you preferred to be selfish and cause more timelines to branch out. I hope you’re happy” 

  “You and I both know that wasn’t the plan” you retorted. 

 “None of this was (Y/N)!.. “ He scoffed. Now you are a part of a case that I do not want my own friend involved in. It just became personal and more difficult, so I hope I won’t have to prune you.” 

   “Don’t worry. you won’t” you flipped your TemPad open and vanished.  

.............................

  “I care about you Sylvie and quite honestly I did at one point wanted to be with you but I don’t really like you in that way .” Loki reached out for Sylvie sitting down. “Look it doesn’t not matter what I think, the TVA is in complete shambles and that’s really the only thing that makes me happy at the moment.” 

  Loki looked up at Sylvie’s face and noticed a glimpse of hurt. “I think you’re a pain in the ass,” he chuckled. “Why? You got what you wanted but do you realize it won’t include you if there isn't a timeline to begin with?”

 Sylvie slid down off of the truck. “ I meant every last word. Now excuse me, I’ll like to enjoy my peace.” With a brush against Loki’s shoulder, Sylvie walked back into the restaurant. 

   Loki pinched his nose. His patience was running thin with everyone. For the love of god, he loved both you and Sylvie but only he couldn’t go back to the godly way of juggling several women at once. All he could think about was you right now and being wrapped up in your sheer company. Maybe he should just let Sylvie be alone for a while, he was sure she would be okay for the “time” being. First, he needed to find you and make sure you were not going to disappear from the end of time. 

    The gentle breeze swept your face as you inhaled the beautiful air from outside. You watched from across the street an amazing white picket fence house with a red truck parked right outside the garage. You moved your hands in your pocket and watched your variant self with a yoga mat and gigantic hand bag in the other. Also resting between your ear and shoulder was your phone talking extremely loud to whatever person there was. Just look at you, you did a sly smile to yourself and felt the sheer joy of seeing not only a different version of yourself but the most regular you but with Loki in it too. There he went trying to walk to the mailbox looking at maybe letters? Bills? Who knows. But it made you happy. Your variant self drove off in a hurry and waved Loki bye in the process. You wondered what it would be like to meet this version of him. Would he still look at you the same? Touch you? Or would he come off as a weird delusional variant? It wouldn’t hurt to try to see. Before you could take another step closer a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into another dimension. 

   You lunged toward an unknown bedroom. You turned to meet Loki’s gaze staring right at you. 

“Why?’ That’s all you could spit out. “I’m pretty sure I’m the last person you need to talk to save the universe? Am I not correct?”  

  “Listen, I can explain” Loki gently closed the gap between you too. “I don’t need to hear your lies” you didn’t even want to look at his face.

“(Y/N) please I love you” he took your hands into his and gave you those big pleading eyes.

“What about Sylvie? Isn’t she more important?” You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Just a friend my dearest” he brushed your hot cheek with his thumb. Oh how much you missed his touch. 

 “I’ll prove it to you” he slowly pressed his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth and let him take the lead. “I’ve always loved you and only you” he kissed the crook of your neck and sucked on the area that made you squirm. Your hands roamed between his loose strands of raven black hair. You gasped, making your grip harder around his shoulders. You backed away and slipped off your TVA jacket and pulled your shirt off.

“May I?” Loki gestured toward your pants and gently undid your buttons. He locked his lips onto yours wanting access with his tongue. You hummed letting him dance around your mouth. His hands pulled your pants down leaving you with nothing but bare lace panties. Loki let fingers slip into your bare wetness. You bite your lip watching him dance his fingers around your clit in slow strokes.

“Oh how much I’ve wanted to pleasure you” Loki soft fingers builded up the milky white wetness of your flower while you cry out in moans into his ear.

“Loki” you whispered, grinding your hips to his hand. His pace quickened while he devoured your neck with his wet tongue. Your fingers scratched his jacket wanting more of him inside.

“Please” you breathed. Loki pulled his fingers away and sucked his fingers clean of your juices.

“Lay down” he gently gestured you toward the bed.

“I want you on your hands and knees dear” You do as you were told and kneel with your bare ass in the air.  You hear the sound of a belt buckle before Loki adjusted your hips toward his entrance. You gently hitched your breath feeling him tease his tip inside your wet dripping folds.

“Are you ready my love?” he bent over nibbling at your ear. Moaning while you feel him fill you up.

‘Y-yes” you breathed. Loki smirked, ready to make you his. 

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One More Chance to Be Near You Chapter 4 Snippet

“What’s that?” He asked cautiously as he looked at the brown paper cup.

“A peace offering,” Mobius replied sheepishly.

Loki looked up at Mobius who was holding a cup of his own but looking at the one he placed on Loki’s desk. There were no other new people around, which made Loki realize that Mobius probably also rose early, perhaps even tried Loki’s door at what he might have thought was a reasonable hour, and then came here when no one answered.

Loki looked back at the cup curiously, slowly moving his feet off the desk so he wouldn’t bump it as he also leaned forward to get it. The liquid inside was black, so certainly not the hot cocoa Mobius favored. Hesitantly, Loki brought it to his lips and sipped it, pleasantly surprised that it was simply coffee with not a thing added to it. He turned back to Mobius just as the agent glanced at him with remorse.

“I was an ass last night. I said some things that I shouldn’t have. I,” he paused, glancing around the bullpen before he sat on the corner of Loki’s desk and leaned toward him. “I’ve heard sometimes when there is a loss in the field there are talks of making the people who survived forget who was there. Not everything, you know? Just details. What they looked like, or who might have known them. After I said that thing about your friends, I knew it was a low blow. And when you just walked away? I realized after that maybe that’s what happened to you. That you lost them, and maybe I knew them but don't anymore.”

Loki snapped the book he’d held in one hand shut, setting it gently to the side before turning to Mobius.

“I had a team,” He told him, finding opening up about it easier than he would have thought. “We were on a special mission, quite dangerous. Things didn’t go to plan, and no matter how I - we - tried to fix it, the end was….”

“You lost them all,” Mobius said quietly.

“I lost them all,” Loki repeated with a nod. Repeatedly, he didn’t add but the thought still caused a lump to form in his throat. He brought the coffee to his lips, took a drink, and attempted to wash it away to no avail. “My partner, he was… he was my best friend,” Loki admitted, looking up at the very same man just centuries too early to know any of it. “And I had to watch him die a horrible death.” Over and over and over . 

“Shit,” Mobius sighed, scrubbing at his face with his free hand. “So I was a colossal ass, then. You switched to this department so you can start over, and here I am rubbing salt in the wound.”

“The scab hadn’t scarred over, as you said,” Loki said, trying to force a grin and knowing he failed to give it any weight. Without consciously meaning to, his gaze darted over Mobius, eyes landing on the shadow of a bruise barely seen beneath his collar, which only made Loki’s heart break more.

Mobius was extending an olive branch, though. Trying to get them back on proper footing. And if he was happy with someone currently at the TVA then Loki would be as happy for him as he could be. Supportive. Lean more into that best friend part of their relationship despite knowing it would hurt.

Clearing his throat, he gestured at Mobius’s neck without looking at him.

“You might want to, um, try and cover… it’s not overly noticeable, but.”

In his periphery, Loki could see Mobius’s hand sprung up to his neck and cover where the spot was. 

[8-rae-rae-8]

CoD x TEW AU ??

Price as Sebastian Castellanos

Gaz as Joseph Oda

Graves as Juli Kidman

Soap as Tatiana Gutierrez

Roba as Ruvik (Ruben Victoriano)

Ghost as Leslie Withers

-

We're gunna get into Ghost and Roba first.

Now, picking Ghost to be Leslie is weird, right? I bet you think that's strange. But hear me out.

Leslie is tortured mentally, the game's main villain, Ruvik, is after him specifically.

Ghost has been tortured in every which way by the comic's main villain, Roba.

If you've watched gameplay, or have played TEW, then you know that Ruvik is supernatural of sorts. Fazing in and out of reality, speaking into someone's head, manipulating environment and terrain, can control hallucinations etc...

He's something unavoidable.

A little like how Roba is. There's no doubt Ghost is traumatized, he canonically is. Like Leslie, he cannot 'feel properly'.

Leslie has a multitude of disorders that causes that for him, and Ghost does too.

PTSD, Autism, Anxiety, to name a few.

Leslie is unknowingly running himself right into Ruvik's trap, having programmed the kid into going right where he wanted him because of fear.

And think. How does Roba get Ghost to win all this brawls? Fear. Fear of getting a worse punishment, fear of dying, fear of doing wrong. Roba got him to do what he wanted because of that, even if he didn't ever fully break the man.

Roba can control Ghost, like how Ruvik controls Leslie.

-

Graves as Juli Kidman

As the game progresses, you learn that Juli isn't working for the police, but a company called MOBIUS. She is an undercover operative, watching Sebastian and Joseph and trying to guide them into doing what the company wanted.

Sounds familiar.

MOBIUS would be either Shepherd or Shadow Company in this case.

-

Price as Sebastian Castellanos. It only makes sense.

Sebastian's daughter is dead, and his wife disappeared. He is sent into beacon mental hospital with Joseph and Juli, but they were unknowing of what she would do at that point. He is the main detective, their superior. He is an alcoholic and a smoker. (There's one scene where he almost dies and tries to go for a cigarette but his box is empty. He gets pissed) But, his coworker, Joseph, has been a rock, really.

In a few ways, I could see Gaz being Price's rock at times. Through hell or heaven, whatever he needed. He'd pick him up drunk from a bar and help him home if he needed to. There's gotta be horrors in Price's life outside of work, I'm sure of it.

-

Gaz as Joseph.

Joseph is one man Sebastian undoubtedly trusts, even after filing an IA report on him for being drunk on the job. But not because he didn't work well, but because he was a danger to himself.

There's times where Gaz steadies out Price as well, like when Laswell was taken and some parts of MW19.

-

Soap as Tatiana. This one was a hard pick, really. Between Gaz and Soap.

But in the end I pick Soap.

Tatiana is the women Price sees when he blacks out, or stares in a mirror (and gets teleported to a different place). She helps him with 'upgrades', some trauma, and weaponry. She helps with save slots as well. She's basically a checkpoint.

But she's also sassy and very experienced.

Like Soap. He also fucks around some and pretends to be a cunt.

That's.. that's about it- I might switch Soap and Gaz again

[loki-who-remains]

Today I’ve seen not one but a number of posts about Mobius’ possible death/sacrifice by the end of s2. (Here a great analysis of Mobius arc by @kiteblue42 part 1 and part 2)

And on one hand I kinda see it too. Like, explanations and analysis make sense, totally. Frighteningly so. I love Mobius and I want no one else in this role but Owen Wilson. He’s brilliant, funny and consistent. He’s also very handsome but it’s not my point

But on the other, when something slowly becomes obvious to a part of viewers, will it really happen?

I mean, for example, the time loop stuff is very on the nose. We don’t need any deep symbolism or details to pick that up. By 2023 everybody has seen a bunch (or at least a couple) of beautifully developed time travel stories with all sorts of outcomes and combinations, paradoxes and ways of t-travelling. Will a time loop happen? I guess so. it has to, otherwise it would be impossible to save Loki in s2e1. But since we already know a certain part of what happens, it would make sense to have a twist that no one (or only very few) could think about. Something that will make this particular time travel story memorable, and worth viewers’ anticipation and time.

Timely’s connection or becoming HWR has been also pointed out. This one is a bit less easy to see. But there are still plans for Kang’s dynasty phase, regardless of Majors being recast or not, and they will have to do an explanation, so the movies can be watched separately from the series and still make sense. What I mean is, they might postpone confirming/debunking this bit till later in the current mcu phase, so Timely might stay Timely till the end of s2.

Mobius’s death theme is even more subtle. Here you have to dig and ponder a bit. But his thinking about problems at hand and enjoying small things on the go kinda give the vibe of someone who lives fast. Or is it just me? He doesn’t wear protective gear (he did once during Roxxcart mission in s1e2) and is so vulnerable but evades danger. For how long? Will there be a heart breaking scene where Loki tries to save Sylvie and Mobius at the same time and has to make an impossible choice? Let me grab some cracker jacks 🍿

In s1e4 he is pruned but is actually alive in the void, in s2e1 he survives the Loom experience (purely by chance at that point), so viewers would (intuitively) think, he had fatal adventures, survived and now he’s invincible to all harm by the laws of cinema. But, when he put on that chunky suit and it had a crack in the visor, and all of it was made basically into a joke, I thought to myself, also jokingly, well, that’s it, Mobius has been marked by death but is temporarily healed with a piece of duct tape; now just wait till the duct tape falls off!

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Cybernetics - Chapter 28

Amy Rose is a mechanic, plain and simple. But aside from that, she feels utterly alone in a cruel world where she makes just enough to scrape by. One night she’s visited by a mysterious Cyborg that needs his arm fixed, little does she know this repair will change her life.

Flung from the confines of her normal life, Amy finds herself working with Anarchists set on creating a new life for themselves and the poor people of Mobius. The only downside? Seeing who she thought was her best friend fight against her.

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“With so many of us on the ship it should be easy to overwhelm him. He’ll risk damaging his own ship if he tries to fire from outside.”

“The most difficult part is getting away before the ship explodes.”

Blaze and Whisper explain passionately to the group of Mobians before them. Admittedly, it's a bit shocking to Amy that their small group has doubled in size in the last day or so. Though she still didn’t love or completely trust Sonic or Tails or Knuckles, they all shared at least one common goal– and that was the goal they were currently set to act on.

Shadow had eventually come back, though he’d yet to speak a word to anyone. Even now, he glared wordlessly at Blaze and Whisper as they stood at the head of the room explaining the plan. While everyone else had taken a seat– be it on a couch, chair, or floor– Shadow had opted to lean against the wall in a dark corner.

At first Amy had chocked it up to normal, broody, solo working Shadow behavior– but now it was more clear to her. He felt betrayed. 

In her time working with them she’d only known him to trust two mobians. Rouge and Blaze. Of course he felt some amount of betrayal from the fact that Blaze had seemingly suddenly turned on him to get Sonic– someone he hated– on their team. She could only imagine she’d be pretty pissed if he suddenly wanted to bring Tails on as a new mechanic. 

It was then that she realized she was staring as their eyes met and he stared back. Amy jumped for a moment before returning her gaze to the front of the room. She could feel his eyes boring into the side of her head. She glanced over again, this time he looked away. 

“Everyone got that?”

When the room echoed a resounding yes Amy was confronted with the fact that she had not, in fact, got that. She had been too busy analyzing Shadow. 

“Alright. Break for an early wakeup.” Blaze clapped her hands once and the room erupted into movement. 

Sonic and Tails seemed to hightail it out while Omega went back to rest mode. Amy stood and went to move to Rouge, but watched as she got stopped by Knuckles. The echidna android seemed to be speaking passionately about something. Rouge looked tiredly over to Amy with a roll of her eyes, seemed like she wouldn’t be getting out of that one any time soon. 

“Did you need something?”

“Ack!” Amy exclaimed, jumping forward a bit and whipping around.

Shadow stood, arms crossed, behind her. He tilted his head at her reaction.

“Jeeze, scared me.” She sighed.

“Did you need something?” He repeated, “You stared at me for a whole three minutes during that meeting.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She responded sheepishly, “I was worried when you disappeared and then I got caught up thinking about how… I get it. I guess.”

“You get it?”

“Yeah, I mean–” Amy shifted to stand on her other leg, shoving her hands in her pockets with a shrug, “-- I’d be pissed off if I were you too. Blaze really kind of played dirty on this one.” 

Shadow didn’t respond, glancing away. Seemed like he had other stuff on his mind.

“Sorry. I know you guys have been working together for a while. That's just how I saw it.”

Again, silence. But after a moment he looked back.

“You didn’t get any of that plan, did you?” He asked.

“...No.” 

“Come on.” He beckoned as he made his way out of the room, “So they made replica ships…” 

-

This organization ran even deeper than Amy could’ve imagined. 

A decked out underground bunker was not on her list of things she would’ve expected after she spent so many days in that dirty, abandoned looking base. 

Here, things were teeming with life. Different resistance workers filled every corner, and they each seemed to have their own job. Now she stood before one that was making sure the ship was all set for take off– they scribbled notes on a clipboard and tapped pieces of metal to make sure they were tight. 

“Ready for round two?” Rouge landed next to her with a grin, leaning on her shoulder.

Amy stumbled a bit but regained her balance to look back over.

“Well, now that I don’t have a concussion I think our flying should be a bit smoother.” 

Rouge laughed and patted her on the head. 

“The computer inside the ship has a docking sequence pre-installed that we scraped from the other ship. Then we made our own AI to control the path you take to Dr. Robotnik’s own ship. You shouldn’t have to lift a finger.” The technician reassured as they finished their inspection and turned back to the duo. 

“Thanks.” Rouge smiled and nodded as the technician walked away. Amy sighed.

“I’m sorry we can’t bring Omega. It feels like I just fixed him to help us out and he's already getting left behind…” 

“It's not your fault,” Rouge scolded, “he's just too big to fit in one of these things.” 

The duo looked over to the entry of the underground hangar- Omega stood by the door, fiddling clumsily with some sort of cube Tails had handed him a while ago. His large fingers prodded the thing until it flipped over, his eyes would flash in surprise, and then he would go back to prodding the cube. 

“Blaze said your flight suits are in the locker room down to the right.” Shadow’s voice came from their left.

“Wooow, outfit change for the big guy.” Rouge whistled with a grin, moving to pat Shadow on the shoulder. As Amy looked over she saw Shadow duck away from her playful grip, a scowl on his face. But she could see the softness behind it all. 

Amy was struck with realizing the last time she’d seen him without his cloak she’d been very disoriented, now that she was thinking clearly she could tell how strong he really was. His flight suit had been cut at the shoulders to make room for his cyborg arms, but the flight suit clung tightly to his otherwise toned body. Red piping down either side of his chest and up his neck, a utility belt broke the top from the bottom- though the red piping continued down his legs to his rocket shoes. When he turned to push Rouge away again she could just barely see the hidden zipper on his back, fabric cut with slits to allow his quills and tail to poke through. 

Just then, that very slow moment cut back to reality as she shook her head slightly and looked up to make eye contact with Shadow and Rouge. 

“Did Blaze colorcode everyone?” She joked.

“Yes.” Shadow responded, a hundred percent serious. 

“Oooh, I wonder what color I got.” Rouge hummed, making her way over to Amy and looping her arm through the pink hedgehog’s, “Stop looking at the eyecandy and get changed, would you?” Rouge muttered in her ear with a grin.

“Hey!” Amy exclaimed, turning to follow Rouge’s drag.

The android laughed, loud enough for some of the other groups to glance over and see what was happening. Amy felt her muzzle heat up as she gave in to silently following Rouge.

-

After the events in the hangar, Amy was a bit more embarrassed by her flight suit.

It was the inverse of Shadow’s, red with black piping. It hugged her carefully, but now that she could feel the material she could tell it was made to be protective and easy to fight in. She pulled on the black boots Blaze had issued and tugged at the neckline of the suit. Her face had cooled considerably, but her mind lingered on the embarrassment from what Rouge had said. 

She hadn’t really fully considered it before that moment, but Shadow was attractive. He had a more angular shape to him, one that might seem dangerous at first- but in reality she’d come to find it to be a protective one. Like he had honed himself and his skills to protect what he cared about. His stare was always intense, and he always stood like he knew exactly what he was doing at any given moment. He was a rock, a safe place, a guardian, a protector. Shadow was all those things, and moreover, he was attractive both inside and out. Fine, she could give him that. But that wasn’t the sort of thing she would act on. The idea of it sent a swarm of nauseating butterflies to her stomach. She was quite sure that he saw her as a little, untrained nuisance. She was sure she’d brought him more trouble than she was worth. What was more than that, when she looked in the mirror Amy saw a little girl. She saw a flight suit that didn’t fit right. She saw her petite stature next to Rouge and thought about how girlish she looked in comparison. She wasn’t the right fit for anyone, let alone him. She was-

Wait.

Amy stopped and stared in the mirror a little harder. She’d never thought like that before- at least not that intensely. She ran her hands along her sides and rested them at her hips, leaning on one foot to jut one hip out. She looked fine. She looked like her. The sudden wash of anxiety faded, though didn’t disappear, and she breathed deeply. Nothing like that was ever worth that much stress, right now least of all. What she needed to do now was get through this mission, she needed to focus on that. Not whatever all of this ‘was she good enough’ and ‘finding Shadow attractive’ bullshit was. Seriously, not the time. 

“Look at us!” Rouge exclaimed, rounding a corner from behind her to stand in the mirror next to Amy. 

Her flight suit was a light pink with white piping, and she posed next to Amy. 

“Pink looks nice on you.” Amy commented.

“Thank you.” Rouge smiled down at her. 

The two girls stared at each other in the mirror for a moment before Amy finally turned to Rouge.

“We should probably go and do what we’re actually here to do.” 

Rouge laughed,

“Let's go.” 

[rxvonna]

"We've located him, but…" The way that Mobius glanced at Ouroboros and trailed off, Ravonna knew that he was about to break something to her very gently that she wasn't going to like. She steeled herself for it against the workshop counter, but she was pretty sure she already knew what was coming.

"He's in a branched timeline. We sent an agent in. He…won't remember you."

There it was.

"I don't care." Her response was out almost before he could finish his sentence. It was pretty much the worst case scenario. The smile she felt herself forcing was extremely tight, but it was all she could do to keep from crying in that moment. "I don't care. I'm not leaving him there. He doesn't belong there."

Mobius nodded, and she wasn't sure which was worse—his sympathetic expression or the fact that he couldn't seem to meet her eyes. He'd never really had that problem before. He also didn't immediately come up with solutions or suggestions, which was his usual way of handling things. No doubt he and OB had already discussed everything before she arrived for the update and they felt there was no good way to fully get her husband or his memory back since the TVA itself had been unkind and sent him away.

If there were even memories left within him to retrieve. That was the difficult part of a broken down TVA, wasn't it? The uncertainty of what happened when it glitched somehow, no way of really knowing if it wiped minds thoroughly or left remnants behind like He Who Remains did.

But him not having his memories wasn't going to stop her from going to his branch and doing her best to bring him home. In the past, her more insecure days, she might have left him there for his own good; her mind would've made her believe he was better off..and maybe he was, all things considered. It was no secret he was the best of them both. Everyone thought so.

But now, she owed it to him to go. He would've never given up on her if the situation were reversed. She wasn't about to give up on him.

"Give me the information."

Within hours, she was down on the timeline. His branch. From a bench across the street, dressed in appropriate clothing for the time, she watched him arrive at the building she had been surveilling for about an hour, heart leaping into her throat when she saw him stop and talk to someone just outside the doors and then laugh. There was no real concept of time in the TVA, but she knew it had been entirely too long since she'd seen and heard that laugh. Weeks? Months?

Could she even possibly get through this? She was beginning to have her doubts. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest and a before she knew it, she was fishing in her bag for a tissue. It didn't hurt to be prepared, and it wouldn't exactly be out of place where she was going.

By the time she looked up again, she realized he had already disappeared into the building and she cursed under her breath. She didn't want to be late. It was imperative she not be late. She jumped up and crossed the street quickly and without warning, much to the chagrin of the drivers who nearly hit her. She ignored the vulgar hand signals and yelling hurled her way by the motorists and hurriedly passed into the front doors of the building, reading the signs for her destination.

Once at the correct room—139 | Group, it read— she took a deep, shaky breath before turning the handle and opening the door. Eight sets of eyes swiveled to look at her, but only one of them mattered, and for a long moment she just stared into the blue of them, frozen. But she did just manage to get herself together and somehow smile weakly as Steve looked at her curiously. Curiously and without recognition.

Thank goodness she already expected that, not that it made her soul ache any less.

"I'm sorry. I'm a new sign-up," she explained quietly. "Is it too late to join?"

@herosquandary

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Hm, Loki’s a god whether his timeline is gone or not. In that regard, he is one of them. “Them” being gods.

That “left out” comment... There’s kind of an interesting little parallel between the MCU and actual Norse mythology happening—scholars argue that Loki wasn’t a “god” and was never worshipped in ancient times. He was powerful, he was Odin’s blood-brother, he often accompanied Odin and Thor, but he was only a trickster. In a sense, he was left out.

Balder was probably an easter egg or tease, since he was supposed to be in Multiverse of Madness. He could still show up at some point somewhere.

I get what you're saying (and keep in mind I'm not watching this season so if I read a dialogue in an ask I don't really have any context and I don't know about tone, etc), but Mobius' line of "You are one of them" while they're standing in front of statues of Odin, Thor and Balder + knowing he was never truly part of that because he's a Jotun... at the very least it's tone-deaf.

I'm sure it can be interpreted as Mobius saying "You are a god, I can't believe I'm talking to an actual god", but in the context of Loki's story, it sounds a little mean. And it came after Mobius had teased him by implying he was envious because there was no statue of him.

I would be a lot less sensitive and far more accepting if the series had scenes where Loki gets to express himself and he talks about his experiences, if that so-called "enviousness" was explained, if they actually let him tell his own story then I'd be more forgiving with scenes like that one in the Fair and I'd just consider it some funny moment not meant to be taken seriously. But the problem is he never has a chance to do that, his life is always told and defined by others, and his motives are reduced to "he's envious, he got mad, he's a narcissist, etc".

I like the parallel you draw between that line and the mythology though. I can see your point but I feel like that's even more reason to have Loki take control and own it. He should prove them wrong by demonstrating he's as much a god as the others, that the mere idea of him being any lesser is bullshit and not based on reality (we saw how flawed Odin was, Thor was too but in the MCU most of their actions are protected by the narrative unlike Loki's).

I don't see the series doing this though. I only see them basically confirming he is not one of them and inferior in every way.

I didn't know that about Balder and MoM though, so thanks for letting me know. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall in those meetings, I'm imagining Waldron and the others thinking of a million characters to include and someone asking "Uh, do we need to have Stephen Strange in this one too?". 🤦‍♀️

[thelediz]

This is just me seeing bits from your story and picking at them like threads, but it feels like there was supposed to be more plot relevance to Sonic’s adoptive family.

Sure there was the bit about Tails learning about Sonic’s adoptive parents from Cyrus, and that was more about robotocization than anything else… but what about Rouge learning about Uncle Chuck? The way you write the story implies that Sonic and Tails had met by that point so he would have been there, like Rouge was going to ask Tails if he knew anything because she was trying to piece together the backstory in full.

Other than that, do you think you’ll write the full backstory? Like Sonic and Cyrus learning the truth of how robotocization affects the people, Sonic leaving to the outer islands and meeting his friends, to deciding to go back to the mainland, and then your version of a reboot of Underground?

For those not playing along at home, Sonic's adoptive family are these two:

In the actual series, we don't actually know what happens to them. The last we see of them is when they tell Sonic to run as their house burns down around them. He lives with Uncle Chuck for the rest of his pre-Underground days.

I, for my sins, call them Red and Amber Rat (he looks like a rat to me...), and I actually have written the whole line of them in Wrong or Right. I fridged them, to help explain Sonic's anger and fear, and also why he goes a bit mute sometimes. Trauma, woo!

To detail it:

Red and Amber were on the sidelines of the Resistance, providing rest for traumatised victims and fighters, but they weren't actually fighters themselves. Robotnik did know about them, however.

After the honeymoon period of Robotnik's reign was over, people began questioning whether robotocisation was really the death sentence it seemed. So Robotnik decided to prove it really was as scary as he was making it out to be.

He captured Red and Amber, because they weren't fighters and they were vulnerable. He robotocised them, and manually removed their cyborg parts. It literally tears them apart. He filmed it.

For years after, whenever someone was captured to be robotocised, he would show them that film in the holding cells, so they knew there was no escape.

One day, Sonic and Cyrus were playing with hoverboards in the street when they got arrested. They saw the video. Sonic literally watched his parents get torn apart.

Sonic had a mental break. He tore apart the holding cell, and then just ran. He ran in a straight line. Eventually, he ran out of energy and fell face-down in some sand. This is where Mighty and Ray found him.

He hung out with them for a few months, just Not Dealing. He learned how to survive in the wild, he learned mechanics, he was just living on an island doing his own thing, until Robotnik appeared on the horizon and it all came flooding back.

NO ONE ELSE will ever have to go through what he did.

So Sonic's family IS a big thing in the Lost Prince. It's the basis of why he fights Robotnik. And all of the Resistance knows it. Red and Amber Rat are a driving force for a lot of people, and they think it's Sonic's full motivation.

But here's the thing: Sonic is more than that.

In The Lost Prince, the basic timeline is:

Sonic breaks out of the cell

Sonic the Hedgehog (the arcade game)

Sonic the Hedgehog (MegaDrive)

Sonic CD

Sonic 2

Sonic 3 & Knuckles

Sonic goes back to Robotropolis

Tails Adventure

Sonic and Robotnik leave Mobius

Sonic Adventure through to Sonic Colours

Sonia calls Sonic back to Mobius

Sonic's been through a lot, and has been quietly and internally processing a lot. What Rouge was discovering in her intel trip was that Sonic didn't just snap from one personality to another - he was DEALING. Somewhere around Sonic 2, Uncle Chuck found Sonic and tried to get him to come back, but Sonic WAS NOT READY. He was still hiding and panicking. Even after Sonic 3 & Knuckles, when he decided to return, he wasn't actually ready then, either. That's how Solar could take advantage of him. It took going back to Mobius, and realising he cared about more than just what had happened to him, that finally allowed him to process and grow beyond his trauma.

But it's all backstory. And Rouge knows a thing or two about growing beyond your tragic backstory.

So they're both just working with what they have in front of them, damn the past.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Pt. 1: My apologies in advance for the essay this is gonna be but I've been rewatching Loki s1 and. On a first watch I resigned myself to what seemed the inevitable heterosexuality of Marvel's choices, but rewatching now it's wild how much a Lokius reading of s1 sticks the landing, despite the apparent Sylkie triumph??

See. Okay for starters. Taking as read the adorable speedrun at which Loki and Mobius start revolving around one another and Mobius sticks his neck out for Loki and Loki lights up like the sun under Mobius’ attention. I don't think Loki's betrayal was inevitable. Sure he’s telling himself it is, grasping for a sense of continuity with himself, but when he chooses to run after Sylvie there’s real hesitation. (I don’t think he’d ever just go ‘yeah TVA fascism seems cool!’ but I think part of him was starting to wonder whether there was a way forward with Mobius instead of against him).

Specifically in this watch it hit me so hard that right before he runs after Sylvie he has this exchange with B-15 and Mobius:

Loki: “You can trust me. I understand I have to earn that, so, I will.”

Mobius: “Why is it the people you can’t trust are always saying ‘trust me’?”

And it lingers on Loki after that. Mobius walks away, and Loki watches him go.

Then I think about the fight with Sylvie at the end of time, Loki referring to himself as someone who categorically cannot be trusted even though he has no intent to betray her—because even though he knows he's changed, he’s lied too many times for anyone to reasonably put faith in him. So I just imagine him in this exchange with Mobius being on the cusp of meaning it, of really truly considering earning trust and then honest to goodness being trustworthy, only to think—if even Mobius can’t believe him. Where is the good in being trustworthy if he nevertheless cannot be trusted?

And so he regresses. In ep1 he says “you can trust no one but yourself”, which Mobius hand-waves as a cynical platitude. But in the very moment it seems there is no path forward with Mobius, Loki is in a position to make that platitude reality. Sylvie—a person he currently thinks of as himself—is there. Perhaps Loki could have trusted Mobius; but surly he can trust this other himself more? And, perhaps even more crucially, it may be that he himself is the only creature in the universe who can trust him back. Perhaps he himself is thereby the only one it is possible to build a relationship with.

And so when the moment comes, he runs after Sylvie. But even so, he hesitates. Is torn. And I wonder truly if, had that exchange with Mobius not just occurred, he might have made a different choice. Even so early as that.

But the really interesting stuff is when you properly get into ‘Sylkie’.

(Continued in Pt2. Once more. I am sorry)

Wanted to post your messages in opposite order so part 1 is above 2 and hopefully makes the entire thing a bit easier for anyone who wants to read through all of it at once, so I hope it's all right that I kept the bulk of my reply to part 2!

It honestly means so much that you'd think of me when wanting to discuss the show or be excited about new thoughts or theories running through your mind so please don't think of apologizing for a moment 💖

[agcntmobius]

POST S2 FINALE DRABBLE

everybody moved on i... i stayed there

he knew that this was how things had to be. what loki had done, the selfless move he made... mobius knew that it was what had to be in order to save, well... everything. them, the tva, the timelines... the multiverse.

but that didn't mean that he had to like it, did it? that didn't mean that he had to feel okay with the way that things were now afterwards.

it was ironic, wasn't it? that now, the tva was thriving, everyone had felt that wash of relief and gratitude to loki for what he had done, for them, for all of them, and yet mobius didn't feel like he'd left that spot behind that door... looking through the window at loki as he offered that gut-wrenching smile that mobius had known meant that it would be the last time he saw him. didn't feel like he'd left that spot behind the bigger window, watching as loki took hold of all of the timelines and breathed life into them, watching as he disappeared with them and left in his place that tree formed of the brances...

it felt selfish, but as he'd wandered through the tva, as he'd sat at his desk that had not long since been occupied by someone else too... it didn't feel right anymore. it didn't feel like home anymore.

he'd always thought that the tva was home, but the time that loki had spend there with him, that was what had really felt like home. before? he'd just been... playing the part. oblivious to the true bigger picture of things, manipulated and moulded to be what he was. but loki? loki had opened his eyes and had filled everything with colour. he'd lit a spark and offered it to him, and the time that they'd spent together? whether it was the adventure and adrenaline of missions, or simply just loki's company while sat together in the canteen or at his desk... he missed that now. he'd grown so fond of it and now it was gone.

and now... now that loki had taken on the burden of protecting the timelines, the burden that mobius felt as though he was left with was missing him. it felt as though there was such a huge gap now. as though there was an empty space beside him that nothing or no one else would be able to fill.

now he was stood on the timeline, looking out towards a house that's his, well, a version of him anyway. one that new nothing other than a life with his kids and his job. and it looked wonderful, it did... he hadn't been lying when he'd said to sylvie that it was the best house on the block, because he imagined it truly was. and yes, he knew he could just go back... that this was his life at one point, and that he had every right to go back to it, but... as good as it seemed, he knew that he'd still feel as though something was missing. he knew he would still feel that empty space. he'd still know.

so he stayed stood there. even after sylvie had left through her time door. an uncomfortable sort of middle-ground. watching the life that he could have, while still longing for the one he knew he couldn't have. how long would he stay here? he didn't know. maybe he'd stay like this forever, just holding on to some sort of false hope that somehow, things might end up different.

and he couldn't help but wonder, could loki see him? could loki see anything of the timelines? was there some way that despite loki being alone now, he could still see everything he did it for?

they expected me to find somewhere, some perspective, but i sat and stared... ...right where you left me

[xtinyslip]

“MAYBE. MAYBE NOT. SUPPOSE WE’LL SEE. you’re pathetic enough as it is, it’s only going to be more fun to watch him turn you down. what? you thought you’d get married and have some kind of happy ending? oh, please. he’s the god of mischief. two hundred years from now, he’ll be here still and you’ll be ash.” she didn’t care about anything that the other had to say. not at all and not in the slightest and yes, it was only going to be more fun to watch him dig a hole for himself, time and time again. “i did. that’s what happens to my enemies. they pay for annoying me and for having the guts to become my enemies in the first place.” she shrugged, because.. yes, that was the case. was she supposed to feel sorry about what had happened to her mother? truth was.. she didn’t and she never would. “sorry, buddy. no can do. door is locked behind you, as i said, and.. well, you could try to scream for help but truth is - only more of our people would hear you and they do quite enjoy a show.” and for a moment, she had to laugh, gesturing for her guards to look him up and down. it would never hurt to be too careful, even if her new suit could likely disintegrate him within seconds. oh, well. perhaps it still would, who knew? “ARE YOU REALLY ASKING ME IF I THINK YOU’RE STUPID ENOUGH? ANSWER IS.. HUH, YES, I DO. but then again, one can never be too careful in a town like our own, full of very, very bad people.” and at that, she could only smile. oh, this was going to be interesting, that was for sure. it really, really was. “there will be if i said that there will be. i’m in charge here. something that you clearly still haven’t learned, so..” she gestured for the guards to come back up again. “tie him up. looks like our friend here needs to be taught a lesson about what happens to the people who mess with us.” @xtinyslip

“and when that comes from him? i’ll believe it. why would i take your word for anything? you've already shown how much of a liar you are!" mobius hadn't exactly thought that much a head of what he and loki would do that far into the future. they didn't tend to make it a week without some kind of bump so that far ahead? yeah, right... like anyone knew what was going to happen. "yanno' the only person who made me your enemy is yourself. right? i didn't want any of this. the problems with you." shaking his head. the last thing he wanted was her getting in his face, getting in his business. look at the trouble she caused and for what? someone she also hated now? pathetic, really, it was. "oh, you think that's how this is going to go? that you'll have me screaming for help?" not likely or very likely but he was stubborn -- it would take a long time before she got him doing that. "there's nothing." he reassured them as they checked him over for weapons. "i've been in jail. the part of town doesn't have your name on it. it was a honest mistake." truly. who in their right mind would go visit anywhere she was? not him, for sure. "WHAT THE --" mobius tried to fight these guys off the best he could but even on his best day -- he was completely outnumbered. before he knew it was he tied down to a chair. shit. “i might not have a weapon on me but i do have this fancy ankle monitor. the one telling the police where i am right now! you wanna’ deactivate it? you wanna’ kill me? go right ahead but they’ll still know that the last place i was? was right here in your girlfriends new bar so go on! do your worst! it’s your girlfriend they’ll come for!” @lcvenderhcze