#like and follow to see more of the blorbo 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (saying this while trying to spread awareness about a FUCKING GENOCIDE)

[allhailthefrog]

hot take thatll probably get me bullied off this platform but those drawing where people draw their favorite fictional charcters with signs that say “free palastine 🍉” are just “hello kitty says acab” rebranded

[abby118]

It makes me so happy to see I’m not alone here. Honestly the Loki fandom is so fucking isolating, and I feel like if you say you prefer Pre-series Loki/Loki Prime whatever….you get shit flung at you. This fandom has done a really good job at making me scared to share my opinions. (Hell, I can’t even criticize the TVA without “UWU THE TVA ARE SMOL ANGST BLORBOS WITH TRAUMA! THEY’RE LOKI’s WHOLESOME FOUND FAMILY WHO HELPED HIM!!!”) It’s helped me a little bit to remember Loki in the series is a variant of our boy, because like…he’s literally nothing like Loki in the slightest and no offense to the fans, but it feels like a majority of them haven’t even TOUCHED the previous films. (Literally saw a post calling them old and outdated.)

Thank you for this blog. 🥺

Ooh yes, mhm. It can be isolating, for sure, but I also think we're fortunate that it did split into pre and post ragnarok eras of the fandom because some fandoms die when its source material gets retconned. I definitely relate to the opinion aimed towards the new "fans"; they're one of the most disrespectful and meanest people I have had the displeasure of interacting with in fandom spaces and I've been on this site for a while now.

And no, the character in the series is not a variant of Loki. The *only thing they share is a name, which has been stolen from the original character it rightfully belongs to, with the intent of cashing in on the fans. I refuse to refer to him as the same character. *They do share the same actor too, and as much as it hurts to say it, because Tom Hiddleston has been my favourite actor since I can remember - I was literally 9 when I joined the fandom when T1 came out..(for context, I'll be turning 22 this year), I no longer relate to how he views, or seems to view, Loki. And don't get me wrong, he will always be the person who played my favourite character, that will not change, but I do not see his interpretation of Loki as my own anymore. It doesn't even match his old one. And I know I'm not alone in feeling like this.

The TVA is a topic I don't have the energy to get into but it is beyond problematic. I'll just say that, I'm sure we all know what I'm getting at there. And I wouldn't even say it "feels" like the newer people haven't touched the movies. I have spoken to a few of them and it is an actual thing, apparently. Some of them started with ragnarok...which does explain a lot...and never bothered to check the original ones. And then they complain about feeling unwelcome among the fanbase, I wonder why that is, huh? - "I feel like if you say you prefer Pre-series Loki/Loki Prime whatever….you get shit flung at you. This fandom has done a really good job at making me scared to share my opinions."

Don't listen to them. Block them. They are not interactions that would bring you enjoyment or any sort of positive feeling and that's not what fandoms are supposed to be like, trust me. If you genuinelly feel upset about people's takes and opinion aimed towards you, you have every right to avoid them. Tumblr has no algorithm and blocking is nothing but curating your experience, you don't owe anything to these people. I, myself, have done this, including filtering tags, and it is so much more peaceful than when I rejoined (beacuse I changed blogs). Still, no longer being able to go to the main tag is incredibly sad.

Find a group of people you can interact with, follow the tags that are more specific and avoid what doesn't benefit your fun here. And thank you for being here, really. Especially for reaching out 💚🖤 I'm very glad you like my blog. I'm just doing my own thing, which in my case, means trying to stay true to the fandom I loved and enjoyed (and still do) from years ago, regardless of the notes or what people say. Because, at the end of the day, all that matters is your own enjoyment. I'm trying not to post too much negativity towards post2013 despite having a lot to say because there are blogs who do that, and do so well (thank you guys), and we need one that's focused on the good things too, but sometimes it really is needed. So thank you for the opportunity.

[plethora-of-imagines]

I am so excited that Doc Ock is your new blorbo!! Would you consider writing something with him and a touch starved reader? 🥺

You startled with the brush of Otto’s hand against your skin as he pulled down your rising shirt. Tingling skin burned with small sparks in the aftermath as he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he softly confessed.

He pulled away more fully from you, his actuators leading him off with a seemingly despondent mood. They kept glancing back at you, opening and closing slowly so as not to startle you again. Wringing your hands together you tried to think of how to reassure Otto that he didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t his fault that you were so jumpy with touch. You yearned to pull him back to your side, to let his hands explore your skin with soft touches. But it also scared you, it could feel so overwhelming at times. The simplest of touches making you shut down as your body struggled to process the feeling you had been without for so long.

“Otto,” you started still unsure of what to say. “Your touch is never unwelcome.” You finally settled on saying.

He gave you a small, unbelieving smile. Your heart fell, he still thought that the issue was him and not you. For now, you let it go. Later, later you could try to explain yourself again.

----------------------------------

Otto was still keeping his distance from you. No matter how many times you tried to draw him back to your side he still continued to drift off. It had been a few days, and sure it could be that his distance was due to his newest plan being close to fruition. But you couldn’t help but feel that it was unrelated.

So now you were sitting here, taking comfort in being wrapped in his clothes which couldn’t run away from you while he stole some documents from some lab. Or something like that, you honestly didn’t know exactly what he was doing. The scent and warmth of his sweater calmed you down, the tingling of your skin just a dull sensation in the background. A blanket covered you to stop the newly made holes for the actuators from letting your skin get cold. Comfortable even though you were waiting for Otto on the uncomfortable couch you were drifting off, struggling to stay awake to see him when he got back.

The click and whirls of the actuators pulled you back from the lulls of sleep. Looking up you saw Otto with the largest smile on his face. The glint in his eyes spoke that it wasn’t soft spoken Otto looking down at you fondly. He was still in his Doc Ock mentality after the high of his apparent success.

“A complete success, no pesky spiders getting in my way and a cute little kitten waiting longingly for me to return to her. I don’t see any possible way for this night to get any better.”

Sauntering over, he flopped down onto the couch next to you, his arm reaching out to pull you close. Shivering at the sparks that followed his touch. His look hardened.

“Am I too scary for you? Too much of a monster now for you to enjoy my touch?”

He was angry, you couldn’t blame him. Flinching away had to have made him feel that you had something against him and not that it was your own issues. You almost preferred that he be angry with you, it kept him close. Of course you could do without the actuators looking like they were ready to tear you apart for daring to dislike Otto.

“It’s not you, I just-” you struggled at the worst of times to find the words.

“Oh, ‘it’s not you, it's me’’ is that it! As if I would accept such a foolish excuse.”

“I’m jumpy when touched because it feels like a limb falling asleep, or like little shocks. I just, it feels strange and it doesn’t quite go away after the initial sensation. It just lingers. It isn’t bad... but it does feel odd.”

He looked at you with a dawning realization. An actuator pulled off his sunglasses and placed them on the table nearby. His eyes shined with sympathy.

“You’re touch starved. I should have realized. The number of times I’ve seen you covered in blankets, your love of scalding hot baths when you can have them. Classic signs, honestly.”

Two actuators shifted you into his lap, his arms draping the blanket back over you before taking your hands into his.

“If it’s alright with you, we could work on solving your touch starved dilemma. I know that I tended to drift away at first after the accident, too afraid to harm you when we still didn’t have control. But I’d like to fix that, to start holding you close all the time again.”

“I’d like that,” you whispered as you rested your forehead against his.

The actuators were playful, gently pulling at your - well his- sweater. Sneaking their way into the holes made for them to use when Otto wore the sweater. Wrapping around your bare skin, lightly applying pressure which made your skin breakout in goosebumps from both the cold and the crawling sensation of your skin. A shaky breath left you as Otto took care to brush his fingers against your lips.

“Let me take care of you, we’ll get you comfortable with these casual shows of affection in no time.”

“This feels a lot more intimate than casual,” you muttered.

“Hmm, perhaps. But we like touching you this way. If you need us to stop we will.”

“Please don’t stop,” you confessed your desire for this to never end. “Please don’t ever stop Otto.”

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