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mynameistocool · 1 year ago

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YOU ARE A PROBLEM…

Part 2

Summary: You were a senior in college and after dropping out for year due to stress and you inability to actually do any work you were behind while all your friends were off travelling the world and moving on with their lives you were left in Cleveland Ohio but it wasn’t all bad you did baby sit a grey haired, jet ski loving single father kids for the money or maybe it was because you just wanted to see him but who can blame you I mean look at him…

Mobius m Mobius/Fem reader

Warnings : age gap

It had been about two weeks since you saw Mobius in person and no matter how hard you scrubbed your face when taking off makeup or when you washed your skin in the shower, you still felt his large callous hand against your cheek on your forehead the way his eyes stared at you with care and adoration how his rosy lips held a pout and his soft voice showed care.

You had heard from him, he text you the other day asking if you could have the boys early in the morning. He had some kind of important meeting at his store to do with employee safety, so here you were stood outside his house in mid-July, the blazing sun and warm sticky summer air on your exposed skin. You did have a cardigan to match your summer dress, but it was now thrown in your small bag.

You pressed the gold bell, waiting for someone to open the door, hoping it to be Shaun or Kevin, but no you heard the faint call off “Shaun eat your pancakes” as the door opened you saw Mobius stood in all his glory his bare chest and low hung flannel pants a coffee mug in his hand his hair tousled and unkept and his constant sleepy eyes.

“Y/n you're early” he smiled at you, but you were busy staring at his body as your face flushed once more as it always did in his presence. “Am I ?” You quickly responded, “you said 8 am in your text. I can go home if you like and come back” you added “no, no not at all” he moved to the side “come in.”

“It must be my fault, as per usual, the meeting got pushed back to 9 sorry I should have told you” he shut the door, staring at your unknowing self. The light pink sundress you wore with the floral pattern and loose buttons, the way it hugged your body and flown down just passed your knees your hair being slight frizzy and the small sun kissed tan that spread across your cheek and nose as you stared around his home in awe as though you hadn't been there nearly thirty times in the past year he shook his head quickly before walking in-front of your frozen body “it’s so warm. I know they said they’d be a heat wave but this fast and this warm” he gave you a small chuckle as he walked into the kitchen.

And there it was, his bare back so clear in your eyesight his shoulder slumped before stretching showing ever detail of his muscles and shoulder blade hidden beneath those tight perfectly fitted shirts he usually dawns. Your brain was begging you to look away, but you would not and could not listen, you slowly followed him, your eyes staying on his back.

“Shaun, your favourite person is here” he spoke to his son who sat at the table digging at his poorly made pancakes “and don’t say she’s not, you admitted it the other day” Mobius quickly added before his son could say anything “I wasn’t going to deny it” Shaun give you a small smile “what a sweetheart you are” you smiled at the young boy.

“Y/N you’re here !” The younger kid came behind you, almost sending you off your feet, hugging you from behind. “Kevin, be careful with the lady.” He scolded him lightly for being so rough. “No it’s alright I can handle him” you laughed, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Do you want a drink or anything ?” Mobius asked, leaning against the counter, his legged crossed over one another, “any food ?” He asked more “don’t eat the pancakes” Shaun butted in “those pancakes are great now eat them.” Mobius defended his terrible cooking skills “no, no I’m okay thank you” you laughed “I can’t make chocolate chip” he added, shrugging “Y/n can” Shaun spoke again, making you laugh.

The pair of boys sat at the table eating and colouring in small pictures as you stood near the counter, Mobius stood up and walked over quite close to you, whispering in your ear “be careful with Kevin today. He’s been having nightmares, but he won’t tell me what they’re about, he just seems to be a bit shaken up recently” Mobius pulled away, not very far but just enough to look you in your eyes. “I will” you gave him a small nod, “thank you” he smiled.

You look back at the boys who were staring at the pair, small stupid smiles on their faces. “Don’t you have homework you should be doing ?” Mobius stayed stood close to you, his bare chest mere inches away from your goose bump covered arms. “Don’t you have a meeting you should be getting dressed for ?” you defended the boys and Mobius turned his head to you, a small moment of shock on his face which quickly turned into a sly grin. “You're right” he answered you, placing his cup on the side before scooting past you off upstairs.

You sat down with the two boys, asking how school was going and what they had been up too, listening to their stories. Kevin asked you to help with homework and, of course, you agreed that what you were there for about twenty minutes later, you heard the quick heavy steps of Mobius coming down the stairs. “I’m got to get going. You two be good to her” he warned the boys, pointing his finger at both, “and if you need anything just call me, I’ll be straight home.” He clicked his finger, giving you a small wink. It was a usual response of his nothing more but Mobius kindness.

You saw the man walk out of the room and as you turned your attention back to the two boys, your eyes saw mobius blue store keys on the top. You stood up and grabbed them, heading to the door just as Mobius was about to leave, “Mobius your keys”

Mobius ? Mobius ? He smiled at you calling him by your name, a small fluttering feeling arising in his chest at hearing you call his name. You held out the keys, waiting for him to take them, and he did after a moment of pause. “Thank you” he took them off you, his quick touch lingering on your hand “I’ll see you soon I promise” he gave you a smirk before leaving out the door.

You turned round and there stood Kevin, the small boy staring at you, “do you like my dad ?” His question which caught you off guard, “what ?” you replied so defensively to this little boy as though he accused you of murder. “My dad likes you, he says to us after we tell him how much we like you, he says you're kind and smart and a very loving person. He misses out the part of you being pretty” you were taken aback by the normally destructive boys' word.

“Ohh well your dad is a very sweet man. He’s very kind.” You smiled at Kevin’s words, your stupid cheeks blushing once more at this new information, “do you think my dad is pretty ?” The young boy asked, “well… I think your dad is handsome, if that’s the word you want to use ?” You gave him a small smile, “but I think we should go focus on your homework instead, how about that ?” You grabbed his hand, walking into the kitchen, where Shaun still sat trying to digest Mobius pancakes.

“Do you want me to make you some chocolate chip pancakes ?” At your suggestion, Shaun’s eyes lit up, “yes please.” He replied smiling “of course” you laughed.

The rest of your day was filled with helping the boys with homework and playing outside. You open the draw at one point, seeing Mobius had hidden the matches from Kevin, which made you laugh. You made some more food while the boys still played outside before calling them in to watch a film.

Kevin nodded off at about eight, which was unbelievable early for him, and Shaun stayed awake laying beside you on the sofa, a knitted blanket over the three of you. You heard the small click of the door open, and you slowly stood up from the sofa, resting Kevin’s head down.

You saw Mobius toss his keys into the pot before turning to you, “how was your day ?” You quickly asked, seeing his moody face before noticing you “it was all good just some pain in the arse customers” he answered “let me guess they wanted a quad and not a jet ski” you joked “exactly that” he laughed “how were they ?” He asked, nodding to the front room, “they were as sweet as always, got all their homework done with no fuss are some vegetables done some dancing and had some fresh air. Kevin even fell asleep on the couch, Shaun just watching a film, but I reckon he'll be out cold soon.” You explained the easy and loving day you had with two boys, “I’m sorry about you being here all day. I’m sure this not how you like to spend your free days” he grabbed his wallet from his pocket “no, no not at all. I love spending time with the two of them. They are sweethearts” you smiled and Mobius raised his brow, a small smile on his face, “are you sure you have the right kids ?” He joked and you smiled.

He quickly handed over some money, a lot more than he needed to give you. “Mobius this is way too much” you went to give him it back “nonsense you do way more than needs to be, and you're here in a heart beat any time I call please take it you deserve it” he gave another small smile quickly putting away his wallet, so you couldn’t argue. “I—thank you” you thanked the man for his usual kindness. There was small silence between the two of you, a comfortable and long silence.

“Do you want me to drive you home ?” He asked, going to grab his keys before you even responded. “No worries, I’m getting picked up.” You responded, “who by ?” He seemed curious and eager to know your answer, his shoulders unknowingly tensing at your words “just my mom” you laughed “ohh” a small sigh of relief left his mouth “I’ve got to learn how to drive” you rubbed your head laughing “you’ll be fine don’t worry” he laughed with you.

You then heard the beep of your moms' car, “that’s her. I’ll see you soon Mr M” you pulled your bag over your shoulder “call me Mobius” he cleared his throat “if you want it.” He looked at the floor, “I will Mobius” you smiled at him. Just as you went to leave, he grabbed your hand once in a more loose, gentle lingering grip, “thank you… for all you do.” He smiled, letting go, and you just nodded at him, a stupid heartfelt smile on your face at the small touch he gave you “see you soon Mobius” you bid him a quick goodbye, heading out the door “goodnight Y/N” he said as you left.

He quickly rubbed his face, wondering why he grabbed your hand and why he had to tell you thank you in such a weird and intimate way. You were his boys' babysitter, and yet he felt like you done so much more than you needed to do, as though you were there for them and not just for the money, he shook his head quickly before walking into the living room to his boys.

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royalnugget42 · 1 year ago

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Guys guys guys. I get it. It’s Disney, they probably aren’t going to make Loki and Mobius a canon couple, and if they do they probably aren’t going to do it super well.

But I keep seeing people get mad at Disney for queerbaiting and like. The season isn’t even over guys? We really can’t say yet whether it’s a queerbait ship or not.

Like yeah, it probably won’t happen, but where is your delusional optimism guys? Where’s the hope? The manifestation? They’re literally not done cooking yet let them cook and then we’ll reevaluate when they’re done

#lokius #loki series #I’m just saying to hold your horses here guys #seeing a lot of anger over things that haven’t even happened yet #slow down

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textsfromthetva · 5 months ago

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WIP Wednesday, bitches 🥳

I've actually worked on the post-canon fic for two days in a row now. please clap.

When Brad wakes up, part of him wonders if Mobius’ unwelcome appearance yesterday was a dream. He lies and stares at the ceiling for a while, but then the smell of cooking bacon hits his nostrils. Fuck. He wobbles through the flat, finding Mobius in the kitchen, at the stove. He has discarded his jacket, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He’s trying to cook baked beans, eggs, and bacon at the same time, and failing at all three. The beans are boiling violently, the eggs are already overdone, and the bacon is seconds away from being burned to a crisp. “What the fuck are you doing?” Mobius turns and grins at him. “I’m making breakfast for us,” he says, as if that wasn’t obvious. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at it.” “No shit.” “To be fair, this is my first attempt. At least as far as I can remember.” Brad frowns. “Why are you trying now?” “Well, you see, life is about trying new things.” At Brad’s blank look, he adds, “And I thought you could use a homecooked meal.” Brad walks over and yanks the pan with bacon off the heat. “British bacon isn’t supposed to get crispy.” Mobius smiles. “See? Now I’ve learned that too.” He’s being way too genial, and Brad absolutely hates it. “The eggs ar-...” he cuts himself off, suddenly smelling something else that’s more concerning. There’s dark smoke rising from the toaster, and when Brad leaps to turn it off, two slices of blackened bread come jumping up. “Ah,” is Mobius’ only response. “I forgot about those.” Brad takes a couple of deep breaths, steadying himself on the kitchen counter. “Where did you even get all of these things?” he finally asks. “Well, you didn’t have any food lying around, so I went grocery shopping.” The mental image of Mobius confusedly milling around a supermarket is surprisingly funny, but Brad doesn’t allow himself to smile at it. That would be encouraging this kind of behavior, and he can’t afford to do that. Instead he leaves the kitchen without a word, pausing only to move the eggs off the stove as well.

that was a very long quote, but we're looking at a very long fic, so it's simply reflective of that

#my wips #wip wednesday #mobius m. mobius #brad wolfe

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samobservessonic · 10 months ago

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Last time we left off, the comic had just wrapped up its biggest story arc so far. It’s only fitting that we give Sonic a bit of a break after that, with a standalone story from Kitching & Rodriguez called “The Sentinel”

Now, I feel like this story was reprinted in a later issue that I did read, because I remember the art. I don’t actually remember what happens in it beyond a nagging feeling that it somehow connects to a group of characters we’ll see in future called the Drakon Empire. But I might be misremembering that

For now, we’re introduced to an unknown figure rising out of the waters of the Aquatic Ruins Zone (more Sonic 2 zones from Kitching, we love to see it), which the text box tells us hasn’t been seen on Mobius for thousands of years

The figure (who we can assume is the titular Sentinel) doesn’t escape the notice of the Kintobor Computer, who passes the information onto Sonic, who decides to check it out. He’ll be doing this alone, as the other Freedom Fighters are all occupied. I like this, because they’re establishing that the group does other work outside of following Sonic. For Tails in particular, we’ll be seeing where he is later in this issue. Hooray for continuity!

Sonic uses a star post to warp over there and it’s hard to miss the Sentinel, which he confuses for a giant badnik. Given the wide range of badniks we’ve seen in the comic so far, I can’t blame him for coming to that conclusion

To add to this assumption, Sonic is immediately attacked by badniks, which he observes that Robotnik will station even in zones that he can’t use for his conquest. Given what we see the SEGA Robotnik go on to do, maybe Robotnik just likes to have a hand in any mysterious ruins, in case they turn up any ancient doomsday weapons further down the line

Sonic makes short work of the badniks and even promises to get all the animal batteries inside them back home once he’s wrapped up here. Once again, StC Sonic might be blunt towards his team, but he really, really cares about looking after the people he’s saving

But Sonic ends up falling into the water, which is rarely a good thing in the era of the early Sonic games. I included quite a few of these panels above, because I just like how this sequence looks - the scale of the ruins really does give a daunting feeling to how far Sonic’s fallen

Thankfully, before he can drown, the Sentinel comes to the rescue

I was actually a bit worried that a large part of this story would get taken up with the misunderstanding of Sonic thinking the Sentinel works for Robotnik, but thankfully this plot thread gets cut short by the Sentinel saying that it’s never heard of Robotnik and Sonic believing this

The Sentinel names itself and explains that it was left here when its masters left the planet two thousand years ago, leaving the Sentinel trapped in the lake. Now that there’s no one left here to protect, the Sentinel has no further purpose and collapses into pieces back into the lake. Honestly, that’s the kind of relief that I’ll probably feel when I finally finish that other project I’m procrastinating on

Sonic tries to appeal to the Sentinel, since having a giant walking rock statue on their side could really help in the fight against Robotnik, but the Sentinel doesn’t stick around to even hear his words and that’s that On its own, this would probably be a quite underwhelming story, but I have a feeling that Kitching uses it to expand on this lore later, so I’m content to let him cook

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #stc issue 29 #sonic the hedgehog #dr. kintobor

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cha-melodius · 2 years ago

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First Lines

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I was tagged by @cricketnationrise and @rmd-writes, thanks! Fortuitously, I was just looking back through old tumblr posts and happened across the last time I did this (that one also included the directive to "look for patterns"), which as it turns out was almost exactly a year ago. Also, turns out I wrote a BUNCH of fics in the intervening time. Like, 32! What! I guess that's what happens when you decide to write a bunch of one-shots and accept prompts, lol. Anyway, here are the last 10.

Nova, Baby Agent Henry Fox-Mountchristen is an asshole.

All for a Taste of the Honey “Abso-fuckin-lutely not.”

It's Been a Bad Day Lately “Up and at ‘em, sunshine!” someone nearly shouts at him, jolting Loki to alertness where he’d apparently fallen asleep on a table in the archives.

True Hollywood Romance “You cannot tell me you’re intending to wear that,” Loki blurts, in lieu of a greeting, the moment he opens the door and sees Mobius standing on the other side of it.

Love is a Deserter It’s just a party like any other.

How’s About Cookin’ Something Up With Me? The memo shows up in Illya’s mailbox on a fairly unremarkable Wednesday in early December.

May Your New Years Dreams Come True It’s a confluence of unfortunate events that sets the whole thing off.

Another Christmas Song (This Time I’ll Sing Along) In the six months since Illya’s new neighbor moved into the brownstone next to his, he has learned a few things about him: 1. he’s ridiculously good looking (he learned that on the day he moved in); 2. he’s a very proficient chef (that one, a few weeks later, when he invited Illya to his extremely well-provisioned housewarming party); and 3. he sings.

In the Morse Code of the Brake Lights This can’t be happening to him.

The Spirit of Giving Here’s the thing: Alex is pretty sure Henry can’t even cook.

I still use the snappy one-liner in its own paragraph pretty frequently, but if there are any trends to see here, it's that I definitely have started occasionally writing longer intro sentences. The one for Another Christmas Song is particularly funny to me.

Tagging @clottedcreamfudge, @mirilyawrites, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (so you can do a year retrospective too lol), @heytheredeann, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters, @treluna4, @indomitable-love

#about my writing #about my fics #tag game

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lonely-vault-boy · 2 years ago

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Hoyoverse characters I think would be besties (bc I said so)

Himeko and Beidou

- they get drunk and talk shit

Roza and Klee

- “you wanna see this new bomb I made?!”

- “this will be great for our show!!”

Childe and Durandal

- “so yeah I worked for this evil organization and I was like the youngest person to ever achieve this one rank, but they were actually hurting people under the guise of helping humanity and kept secrets from me. Also my hair sometimes turns white bc some weird family legacy thing”

- “omg bestie same”

- no but they’re both vvv strong fighters and are honorable, and I think they’d respect each other

Dottore, Sandrone, Mobius, and Vill-V

- I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory

- it’s for science

Kazuha and Sakura

- once again pretty self explanatory

Fu Hua and Zhongli (ft. Senti)

- all my friends are dead also I’m immortal and old and sad but now I have new friends

- “lmao old people are boring”

Eden and Yunjin

- I feel like they would learn about each other’s musical styles and become friends

Elysia and Yae Miko

- Raiden simp supremacy

Lilya and Sayu

- they find a nice quiet spot to nap

Pulcinella and Theresa

- “one time, when Kiana was younger, I caught her writing ‘fanfiction’ about her and Mei getting married and then making out while the school blew up”

- “one time I caught Pantalone trying to convince Ajax to make swords out of blood for a photoshoot to sell armor. Also what is ‘fanfiction’”

Kaeya, Albedo, Griseo, and Klee

- “your technique is flawless. I, too, create life from my works”

- “can you paint a Dodoco?”

- “you should paint Angel’s Share bright pink”

Noelle and Rita

- maid besties

- Rita helps her focus her strength

Ei, Mei, and Kiana

- “I can’t cook”

- “here I’ll show you! First you take your slice of bread…”

- “KIANA WHY IS THE HOUSE ON FIRE”

#genshin impact #honkai impact #Zhongli #noelle genshin impact #yunjin #Yae Miko #Yae Sakura #tartaglia #Pulcinella #Himeko #beidou #durandal #fu hua #Elysia #raiden mei #Raiden Ei #Kiana Kaslana #I’m bored of tagging hopefully that’s all of them

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dovahkiin796 · 2 years ago

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Sonic Universe: 1

The first ever issue of the Sonic Universe series starts off in the middle of a fight between Shadow and Metal Sonic. We actually see this fight play out in two different Sonic Archie series. As we saw in the first panel the fight took the pair somewhere over the middle of an ocean.

Now that they’re in a location safe away from other people. Shadow takes this chance to talk to Metal Sonic. He says to the robot double how he’s a thinking machine. A living weapon like him and he shouldn’t let Dr. Eggman use him like he used Shadow.

However, Metal Sonic wasn’t listening and instead was taking this brief pause to study Shadow. He realizes Shadow’s Rocket-Shoes provide limited hovering and no flight. So, he drops kicks the black hedgehog into the water and watches as Shadow sinks. Metal Sonic though does acknowledge he’s not sure if Shadow can swim or not. But Metal Sonic comes to the conclusion he can’t and decides to leave and find the Dr. Eggman native to the universe he is in.

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh Metal, if only you knew how impossible that would be for you. To let you the readers, know. There were and probably still are legal issues with Eggman Nega. This is why he never appeared in the Archie comics.)

(But to focus on Shadow. I loved he tried to reach out to Metal Sonic. Convince him he doesn’t have to live under harsh rule of Dr. Eggman. Though Shadow is slightly wrong by saying he too was a living weapon. Dr. Gerald never had that in mind when creating Shadow. But after waking up in Archie he was being used as one. Regardless it’s a nice moment from Shadow and it sucks Sega hates this and wants Shadow to be edgy, grit his teeth, scowl, darkness no parents, and be an asshole to everyone he meets.)

Shadow emerges from the water safe from further attacks by Metal Sonic who is already leaving the area. Shadow asks to himself how long it’ll take to swim to shore. When suddenly he hears a voice call out to him. It’s revealed the voice belongs to none other than the racially insensitive and highly annoying Marine the Raccoon. Standing next to her is Blaze the Cat, princess of the Sol Dimension. It would seem the two happened to be sailing when the fight was happening.

Shadow is brought aboard the ship soaking wet. Marine gives him a towel to dry off while commenting how sinister he looks to Blaze. Who in turns makes note he also looks familiar and asks Shadow if he’s related to Sonic. He answers he is not but has met him before and then introduces himself to the pair. Blaze gives Shadow a proper welcome aboard to their ship and asks him how he ended up in the ocean.

Shadow explains his fight with Metal Sonic and how the robot has a built-in engine that allows him to cross into other universes and by using his own Chaos Control has been following Metal Sonic.

Looking out towards the horizon. Shadow deduces he’s not on Mobius and Blaze confirms this. Marine then tells Shadow that Blaze is a princess and in turn Blaze introduces Marine to Shadow with the raccoon exclaiming he already knows that. (GOD!!! I hate Marine.)

Shadow asks Blaze how does she know Sonic if this is her world.

Blaze goes on to explain how the Sol Emeralds she’s destined to guard suddenly disappeared and do to the connection she has with them were giving her visons of two figures she needed to seek out. So, following their energy Blaze found herself on the Cosmic-Interstate and eventually onto Mobius. Where she bumps into Sonic and was about to cook him well done. The two were able to resolve the matter peacefully.

This is basically Sonic Rush 1 with Archie Sonic elements, so I won’t say much about it. Other than that Sonic and Blaze were able to defeat Captain Whiskers and Eggman Nega. At the end of the adventure Sonic gave Blaze the Chaos Emerald so she can use it to help find the Sol Emeralds. Sonic and Tails then left on a boat Tails made that allowed them cross universes.

Once hearing the whole story. Shadow states he may be able to salvage his mission which Blaze questions him about. Turns out Shadow has been trying to get into the Special Zone to get a Chaos Emerald that’s been located in the zone before Metal Sonic took him on a trip. Blaze was going to say something but is cut off by Marine. The cat annoyingly asks her what and Marine asks her own question if Blaze can smell smoke. We can see the sky is suddenly being engulfed by what one would assume to be dark clouds indicating a storm was coming in. But are actually smoke clouds.

Blaze sees the destruction and believes it to be Captain Whiskers. One of the royal guards run up to Blaze and tries to tell her the enemy came out of nowhere. She reassures him he no doubt fought bravely and asks if Whisker and his crew are the ones behind the attack. He tells him no and the enemy keeps asking about a doctor but doesn’t know who it’s referring to.

It’s revealed the enemy is Metal Sonic. Holding up a resident by the shirt and demanding to know the location of this universe’s Dr. Eggman. Shadow can be seen standing in the background. Ready to engage Metal Sonic again.

Blaze joins Shadow by the cliff edge and sees Metal Sonic for the first time. Shadow wants to reason with the robot to hopefully to get him to back down. But Blaze won’t give it the chance since Metal Sonic is attacking her people. This starts a fight between the two. Blaze trying to hit Metal with a high fire kick, but he dodges it, so Blaze shoots fire balls at him which do hit him. Metal Sonic then gets behind Blaze much to surprise and he sucker punches her in the face. Making the female cat all dazed.

Shadow is able to grab Blaze and apologies for bringing Metal Sonic to her world. He then tries to grab Metal Sonic so he can use the engine combined with Chaos Control to get them both out of the Sol Dimension. However, the evil robot is ready for it this time and throws Shadow into a wall.

(I do love Shadow apologies to Blaze. He sees this as his fault and takes responsibility for his actions and tries to fix it. IDW Shadow would’ve taken no responsibility and would say Blaze is not a warrior if she can’t defeat Metal Sonic.)

(I skipped the rest of the fight because it’s Marine being both annoying and worst character in Sonic media. She sucks!)

Once again Shadow tries to reason with Metal Sonic. Knowing he’s capable of being more than a machine that causes wanton destruction and following orders. Next saying Dr. Eggman only sees him as a tool and nothing else. Shadow holds his hand out and says he wants to put their battle behind them. To reject the doctor and help save the world they both live on.

(Another amazing moment Shadow has Sega is deathly allergic to.)

Metal Sonic takes a moment to process everything Shadow had just said to him. When done he says Shadow’s missions is to protect Mobius and that is his function. Shadow supposes that’s correct; no doubt thrown off by the robotic term. Metal Sonic then states his function is to serve Dr. Eggman. Both living weapons who operate to achieve their functions. Then saying Shadow is no different and simply has a function that opposes Metal’s. Because of that the two must kill the other. Shadow really wished Metal Sonic didn’t see it like that.

He calls out for Blaze who throws fire onto Metal Sonic and then Shadow spin-dashes into the robot which sends him flying into the air. Marine who went back on the ship gives the command to fire all cannons. Metal Sonic is then blown into pieces. (Damn. Has to be the worst way Metal has gone out.)

A bit later Shadow is helping to put out the fires caused By Metal Sonic with Marine celebrating their victory. Though Shadow reminds her she blew up the engine that could be used to get him back home. Something Marine completely forgot about and is getting sheepish by Shadow’s hard glare. He then says since she made the boat (She actually lied when finishing up Blaze’s story of the events of Sonic Rush 1) that got Sonic and Tails home. She can make one for him. She reveals she actually didn’t make it and Tails was the one who did. We then get Shadow’s iconic meme face!!!

Blaze returns with the Chaos Emerald that was given to her by Sonic. Shadow is stunned that Blaze is giving it to him freely. She thanks Sonic’s generosity because she was able to track and find a few of the Sol Emeralds and they’ll help her in her search the remaining ones. She then says she can return the favor by helping one of his friends with Shadow not being too sure about that. He thanks Blaze for saving his life twice and she wishes him safe travels. With the Chaos Emerald he uses Chaos Control.

Back in the Prime Zone, more precise the G.U.N. HQ. Hope and the GUN Commander are waiting for Shadow’ return. With hope worrying about Shadow’s safety as she and the Commander know nothing of the Special Zone. Just then Shadow comes teleports in on the machine he originally used. Hope asking him was the Special Zone with Shadow replying he wouldn’t know, and that her transporter needs more work.

Of course, she’s naturally confused when Shadow hands her a Chaos Emerald. GUN Commander and Shadow greet each other with Shadow declaring his mission was success since he did bring back a Chaos Emerald. Commander is impressed and says Shadow is becoming one of his top agents. He then tells Shadow to rest up because he has another mission to go on.

(And that’s the end of the first part of the Shadow Saga. I plan on doing all the Sonic Universe comics. This was inspired by Tenebrae Vesper’s analyzers of the Sonic IDW comics. https://www.tumblr.com/tenebraevesper)

#sonic archie comics #sonic universe #shadow the hedgehog #blaze the cat #marine the raccoon #Metal Sonic #my thoughts

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 3 years ago

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from one möbius simp to another, do you sometimes feel like sim möbius lacks a little bit of PE möbius' complexity? why or why not?

don't get me wrong, i love love love my unhinged batshit insane sim möbius. but, especially after that lab short, i feel like PE möbius' deep grief and hints of kindness makes her so much more alluring as a character. i want sim möbius to stay a villain, but i'd also like to see what she is aside from that more often: misunderstood, deep down sensitive and lowkey repressed. i hope we get more of that in ER's future chapters!

Oh I completely agree with you! That’s why I always tend to make the distinction between the sim and the original Mobius. They’re characterized differently!

As for why there’s a difference I attribute mainly to two things.

1. Sim Mobius is in a very different situation from the original.

Talking to people has never been her forte, but now all her closest friends are dead one way or another (except for her very busy children) and the only way anything she does can matter is by talking to strangers, who usually are wary of her right away. The other sims are either annoying to her (Elysia), hate her (most of them), stay in seclusion (Griseo), or… is Eden, I guess, but they don’t seem to hang out that often. (perhaps they’re just private, or the grief is too much to take… or she never got to that final point the original did, who acknowledged her respect for Eden)

2. Sim Mobius is not as mature as/more closed off than the original was

The immaturity interpretation is based off of how thoroughly the hologram played her and her denial, Elysia saying she’s missing memories, and general lack of social intelligence (“I don’t know why they hate me, I did nothing wrong” vs the original’s acknowledgment that she’s crossed the line, and doesn’t care about it.) but overall what’s observed is her being closed off.

The sim is petty (insults and mocks Mei a lot and tries to trick her numerous times, which we don’t see the original do, when she mocks people it’s usually because they did something hypocritical, and as pushy as she can get she respects consent in her experiments), she’s very prone to putting up (obvious) fronts and denying she has any attachment or feeling at all (claims she made Klein because the assistant had turned into the 10th, contrast that with the original being a little sheepish because of the obvious but didn’t even try to cook up a ridiculous explanation like that). She also blatantly lies a lot (her reasons for joining cocoon, multiple times pretending she doesn’t know what Mei refers to, etc) and never does the little kindnesses/mindful acts we saw the original do (the milk tea is an obvious example: even if she’s not direct about it Mobius CAN be affectionate, but the main way we see her care about her ELF is getting mad at Kalpas when he claims to have dismembered her, and when she needs to change the topic because Mei walked in she starts criticizing Klein. We also don’t see her doing nice or silly things together with someone like drawing animals with the graph tool. Is she too cynical or is it that she finds it childish? The original didn’t mind being childish, it made her happy. It’s a sign of maturity to be able to let yourself be silly. Then again, she grew sadder and sadder over time… by the end of Mobius Lab, it seems she’s mostly stopped doing that altogether… but damn, the sim’s had 50k years, come on). The sim also isn’t shown showing empathy for her comrades beyond wanting to save them via sentience transfer, unlike the original who grieves and grieves and makes us cry doing it.

tldr she’s constantly maintaining a facade to protect herself, while the original was more rarely shown to do so. It ties back to point one, she has fewer allies than in life, and Mei is very antagonistic towards her so we see her being defensive or offensive more, but there’s also that she just can’t seem to lower her damn guard and do something nice, even around Klein.

might not completely make sense i have a bad bee phobia and one just got into my room aaaaaa i lost my train of thought freaking out

#i’m not allergic i just have a really bad uncontrollable reaction to them #hi3 #asks #mobius #hi3 lore #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd

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fuckin-sick-bih · 1 year ago

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mmmm hey so i did that. i wrote that. played it safe and wrote it from our dear Mobius' perspective because 1) i feel like Mobius doesn't get enough fics from his POV and 2) that felt safer? like if i had written it from Loki's POV i would've gotten too engrossed in the sensations and emotions and overwhelm of it all and gotten lost. and just because i wrote something doesn't mean someone else can't also! that being said! this is hopefully cute, silly, and ouchy all at once so enjoy!

Why is it Green?

Fandom: Marvel: Loki (sort of a fix it? AU idk man i liked the ending i just also want Loki and Mobius together again) CW: emeto (not overly descriptive? think more fluff and comfort), tw for self worth issues, not feeling worthy/valid of love & care etc Word Count: 2230 words MINORS DNI

Easing back into his chair, Mobius slowly rubbed his hands over his face with a long sigh. There was a shuffle of papers from the cubical beside his own, and he slowly rose from his chair to go peeking over at his coworker.

Maybe they were more than that these days…

Saving the world together tended to form some bonds that were pretty unshakable.

Mobius blinked and watched fondly as Loki rearranged some papers, paperclipped them together, and pushed his long, dark hair back out of his eyes. Those eyes that he loved to watch sparkle with mischief and cunning as Loki hatched plans on the spot.

When they’d apprehended him, Mobius had been surprised to find a shocking glacial blue piercing him instead of the green they’d had for Loki’s eye color. Little things like that had been wrong in Loki’s file, but all the big things had been right on the money.

Birthday was another they’d gotten wrong.

That memory still sent a pang through Mobius’ chest each time. Even he, the person assigned to know everything there was to know about Loki, couldn’t get his birthday right. Maybe he could do something for the god now… who looked especially worn out and in need of a break.

Waltzing around to lean his hip against the corner of Loki’s desk, Mobius practically sat on the edge. “What would you say to some dinner?” He asked hopefully. “My treat. I’ll even cook.”

At first, Loki just leaned back in his chair, looking Mobius up and down, and the agent had to suppress a shiver. It was difficult not to feel almost… exposed when Loki looked him over like that.

“You can cook?” Loki asked in a curious and amused manner, a hint of a playful smile playing at his lips.

Mobius suddenly felt like his palms were sweating and his heart hammering, but he played it off with a casual wave. “Well, I dabbled a little… if I’m remembering right. What do you say? C’mon. It’ll be nice. Just the two of us.”

A pleased little hum came from the trickster before he nodded. “Alright, I’ll bring wine.” He said, and to Mobius, it sounded dangerously close to a flirtation. The agent’s heart skipped a beat, and his face felt so hot he knew he had to be blushing.

“Alright. Yeah. Dinner and wine. I can’t wait.”

. . .

“Mobius.”

“Hm?”

“Why is it green?”

Mobius looked at the spam loaf with green vegetable filling. “I thought you liked green.”

Loki looked at him and raised his eyebrows. “I’ve circled Midgard enough to know most Midgardian food does not look like that.” He leaned down to curiously sniff it, and Mobius felt amusement bubble up, almost unable to contain a chuckle. “It looks like something that would have eaten me on Sakaar.”

That did earn a laugh from Mobius, who was far too amused by the god’s comparison to be even close to offended. “It’s a spam loaf!” He said, doing his best to defend the dish. “The green is like a spinach puff paste sort of…”

The god of mischief picked up a knife to poke it as if he feared it coming to life to devour him first. “I’m not eating that. I’ll drink the wine and watch you try it.”

“Suit yourself. More for me.” Mobius said confidently with a smile, already serving himself up a slice.

Loki poured them both a glass of wine, and only now did Mobius notice it had writing on it that he couldn’t personally read. Giving the glass a little stir before having a curious first sip, Mobius instantly felt it rush to his head and blew out a soft breath.

“I think that might be too strong for me,” Mobius admitted with a chuckle, setting the glass down to try a bite of the spam loaf. It was salty and not altogether unpleasant. And then Mobius found himself thrown into a memory he didn’t know he had. A woman setting down a dish of a similar style, but her eyes were almost vacant and distant. The house was quiet. The dish was sad and suddenly felt heavy and ashen in his mouth.

A sudden, cold hand on his own shocked him back into the present, and Mobius looked up to find glacial blue eyes studying him hard. “Mobius? Are you alright? I think you drifted off on me for a moment there…”

“Yeah, yeah…” Mobius said, voice trailing off softly though he was rather unconvincing, and he knew it. “Taste triggered a memory, is all. One I hadn’t dug up yet, I guess. Or just,” He paused for a shuddering breath. “Just something old and buried. I forgot my mom used to make this some nights.”

Loki shifted in his seat a little, having another sip of wine before suddenly serving himself a slice of the spam loaf. “Oh? Would you like to tell me about that? Or her? Whatever you remember of her… I’ll happily listen.”

Mobius smiled a little beneath his mustache, “It’s a pretty lonely memory. She was pretty distant from what I can remember. I just remember this.” He pointed his fork at the loaf before them both and then watched Loki try his first bite.

The god chewed a moment, seeming incredibly put off by the texture he wasn’t expecting, before he pushed past it. “It’s certainly not the worst thing I’ve eaten.” He says before having another bite. “Actually… it tastes similar to a stuffed roast boar we make on Asgard. The texture is just horrific.”

Mobius beams at Loki, knowing the praise could be no higher from the other. “So you like it?” He asked hopefully.

Loki rolled his eyes and squeezed Mobius’ hand reassuringly again. “I like it, you fool.” He teased, and they made more casual conversation as they continued to eat and drink. Though Loki made far better use of the wine than Mobius did. Through their chatter, Mobius found out it was wine from New Asgard that Loki had gone to pick up in disguise.

“I’d been wanting to see what all they’d built for a while and-” Loki paused, hunching in on himself and looking more pale than usual as he breathed slowly. Deliberately. “Mh.”

Sitting up in his chair a little more, Mobius knew Loki’s body language like the back of his hand. Ever the Loki expert. “What’s wrong?”

Another swallow prefaced Loki’s reply. “Nothing. I’m fine. I’m sure it’s just the wine getting to me…” The lie slipped off that silver tongue like an artist painting a canvas, and part of Mobius couldn’t help but admire the craft for a split second.

“Bullshit. Talk to me.” Mobius retaliated and leaned forward a little, but Loki looked a little worse for wear every second. Another slight wince and almost compulsory swallow, and Mobius began putting the pieces together.

Standing from their little makeshift table he’d set up in a dining area of the TVA; Mobius went around to offer Loki his arm. “Why don’t we continue this conversation in the bathroom?”

There were the beginnings of a sickly green tint to Loki’s already pale cheeks. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.” He replied, taking Mobius’ arm to stand. Only the movement seemed to spark something because the next thing Mobius knew, he rushed after Loki to the nearest bathroom.

“Loki?” He called and followed the sounds of Loki heaving in the first stall. Instantly, he crouched beside the god, guilt swirling and gnawing in the pit of his own stomach as he placed a careful hand on Loki’s lower back.

Tears were streaming down Loki’s face as he shuddered and tensed with spasms, every lurch of his body trying to rid himself of the offending meal. It was all Mobius’ fault, he thought to himself as he rubbed the god’s back in slow, gentle circles. His other hand carefully gathered up Loki’s hair to keep it back and out of the way as he lurched to be sick again.

“It’s alright. You’re alright. Just let it out. I gotcha.” Mobius whispered, voice low and soothing. Another memory itched in the back of his brain. He had definitely done this many a time for his sons, but this was a god! Mobius had poisoned a god! Guilt, panic, and shame all writhed unhelpfully within Mobius until Loki’s hand shot out to squeeze his own.

Loki seemed to have finished emptying his stomach for now, breathing hard and spitting into the basin for good measure. “Rancid.” He muttered under his breath before sniffling softly. “Thank you, Mobius… For being here. I- thank you.” Sitting back a little, Loki leaned back into Mobius’ chest, still breathing a little forcefully.

Mobius took his turn to swallow hard now before speaking. “You’re not upset I got you sick?” He checked in softly and gently brushed back a strand of Loki’s hair behind his ear.

A bitter little laugh came from Loki, who shook his head. “No. It was an accident, Mobius.” He tilted his head a bit, reaching up to gently pat the agent’s face. “And of course, I don’t blame you, so there’s nothing to forgive… purely accidental.” His hand moves to place Mobius’ hand on his stomach with a little sigh. “There- please?”

The please is so soft, even if it’s a quiet, split-second afterthought, that Mobius wouldn’t be able to deny Loki even if he hadn’t just been the one to accidentally get him sick. He gently slides his fingers under Loki’s button-up to trail his fingertips in gentle circles against his toned stomach, which gurgles ominously and rather grumpily at them both.

“We should get you to a bed. Somewhere to rest for a while and shake this. Or, y’know, anywhere, not the bathroom floor…” Mobius points out softly, though his fingers never stop because Loki has practically melted in his arms. He can even feel that slight happy trail just below his belly button that he now toys with ever so slightly.

Loki just groans unappreciatively at the idea of moving. “Not yet. Let things settle a little- first…”

“Okay, okay,” Mobius soothed and moved his hand back up to rub Loki’s stomach again ever so slightly below the ribcage. At least he assumed that’s where Loki’s stomach was; they’d never precisely asked if Asgardian- or, well, Jotun physiology was different than human. “You tell me when you’re ready, and we’ll get you to a bed pronto. I’ll even bring you a little bucket, put some water in it, and everything in case you get sick again.”

A pained expression flitted across Loki’s face, and suddenly, the god was searching him. Searching his face. Piercing him with that Look again. Like he was trying to see more than what eyes could take in. “Why are you so good to me?”

The question caught Mobius off guard. “I like you.” He said simply before continuing. “I think there’s more good in you than you know, but you don’t allow it because no one’s ever been good to you. No one has ever given you a reason to be… better.” He pressed soft lips to Loki’s hairline and sighed a little. “No one ever gave you a chance.”

Loki’s expression was starting to crumple as his eyes watered, pulling his lower lip in to bite down on it as Mobius watched him try to keep it from trembling. “You… you can’t…”

“Can’t what?” Mobius challenged quietly. Slowly leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Loki’s hairline. “Can’t love you for you?”

The dam broke, and Loki’s sobs had him quickly leaning over the bowl again to retch. After a few minutes and some quiet soothing from Mobius, Loki leaned back into the agent once more with a tired slump. “I’d kiss you, but I feel like I have goat’s breath…” He scoffed quietly.

Mobius smiled fondly and pressed another soft kiss to Loki’s temple. “Good thing I don’t know what a goat’s breath smells like.” He joked back quietly before feeling Loki starting to move a little.

“That bed is starting to sound very tempting,” Loki admits, flushing the toilet and starting to rise on shaky legs. Quickly, Mobius rose to help him and let him rinse his mouth at the sink before leading the way back to one of the spare rooms with a bed. They were seldom used as time worked so strangely in the TVA that hardly anyone felt the need for sleep. Now though… Loki looked like he could sleep for a century.

He probably could, Mobius reminded himself as he helped Loki crawl under the blankets only to be tugged down in as well. “If you think you’re getting out of this, you’re sorely mistaken.” The tone was fond, and Mobius chuckled.

“You don’t want that bucket?” He checked as they started getting comfortable, his hand again finding its way to Loki’s stomach under his shirt to rest there comfortingly.

Loki shook his head and shuffled slightly to press his back against Mobius’ chest. “No, I’m alright now, I think… but I appreciate the offer and thoughtfulness. Truly.”

The god was slightly cooler in temperature than the average person, pressed up against Mobius, and he brushed the pad of his thumb lovingly against his solar plexus. “For all time, Loki. Always.”

i don't usually write the style of sick fics of like... stomach aches/emeto area, but like... my brain cannot stop thinking about the fact that Mobius M. Mobius probably only knows how to make horrifying 60's 70's foods that he wants to cook for Loki. and Loki at first is says "absolutely not" only to find Mobius later picking at a piece of it by himself. so Loki sits down and has a slice of... whatever monstrosity it is with him and it's not terrible. but it definitely doesn't like Loki. cue guilt from Mobius about "poisoning" a god and a little panic about not knowing how to take care of him in this sense because he's studied Loki! he knows Loki! but this? this is new! so Loki just requests to be held for a while, touch starved trickster he is.

#L/oki #tw emeto #emeto #emetophilia #m/arvel #sickfic #not my kink i'm just a perpetually nauseous individual so i don't mind #and i did have fun writing this so enjoy!#kinda slapped this out in like 3 hours then took forever to actually edit it #happy birthday to me #i get to write/post what i want on my birthday thems the rules #even if i'm terrified of backlash

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years ago

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Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

Chapter 65: Loki and Sylvie's First Birthday

Synopsis: After a night of partying and loud celebration, Loki and Sylvie spend their real birthday being small and having a snuggle with their daddy and Thor.

Word count: 4,228

Stand Alone?: Yep!

Warnings: Sylvie's abandonment issues, alcohol mention, Sylkius shipping implications (outside of regression)

Notes: No plot, just vibes sort of writing on this one lads.

Read it on AO3!

Loki woke on the morning of December seventeenth with the biggest, happiest, grin on his face, no hangover to be seen, and a little headspace so strong, it probably could have defeated Thor in a game of tug-of-war. He wiggled with joy, much to the annoyance of Sylvie, who was still taken by sleep beside him.

The previous night had been long and full of the delights that Loki had so often prided himself with on Asgard; downing Mezcal and drinks by the bottle, in loud, strobing clubs with blaring music. Sylvie joined in her fair share with the partying and booze, and many friends came along on the ride, with Mobius as part designated driver, part Loki wrangler.

After not finding the plush body of Mobius within reach, he got up. “Daddy?” he asked, peeking around corners and in increasingly unlikely places like the crawlspace under the floor and the linen closet, or under beds and on top of shelves.

“It’s just me,” Thor said from the couch.

Loki hadn’t even noticed him. “Where daddy?” he asked.

“He went out to get a very special surprise for both of you.”

“What, What, What!?” Loki half-asked-half-exclaimed.

“I can’t tell you!” Thor told him.

Loki checked Thor’s brain, but realized fast that the truth was, Thor did not know.

“Um, what doing?” he asked, changing the subject, “is birfday!” he made sure to remind Thor.

“I’m well aware it’s your birthday, little brother” Thor reassured the little, pausing and setting down his game. “And which birthday would it be?”

Loki held up 2 fingers, at first, but set down one cautiously.

“Your first birthday?”

Loki confirmed, sticking his hand in his mouth.

“That must be very exciting.”

Changing the little this morning was no easy task, but Thor managed to slip the baby into a thick diaper and a snappy onesie which Loki had made himself with magic. “My 1st Birthday” was written in big green letters on the front.

“Seevee! Seevee!” Loki squeaked. As soon as he was freed from the seat of the changing table, he toddled back to the master bedroom to see if he’d have a mummy or a big sister, or perhaps even a little or a twin sister today.

She mumbled and swatted him away.

That wasn’t helpful.

“Birfday, Seevee!” he explained.

The normally early riser seemed to be too exhausted from last night to care.

She mumbled a little grunt of exasperated frustration in response to Loki and her own hungry belly not letting her ignore the delightful smell of cooking eggs and meat.

“Seevee!” Loki nuzzled into her like an excitable puppy in an attempt to get her up.

She gently kicked him in the backside as she began to get up.

“Birfday!” he reminded her.

Thumb in her mouth as she got up, hair tousled by a rough night, she silently let Loki lead her out to the kitchen to see what Thor was doing.

“Good morning, princess Sylvie,” he greeted her while plating her breakfast. “We’re going to need two highchairs this morning, aren’t we?” He questioned while plating their breakfasts.

He set up the second chair and set Sylvie into it before tightening the straps on Loki’s and securing him in as well.

The littles used their hands to feed themselves handfuls of scrambled eggs, pinches of hashbrowns, and bacon strips.

Sylvie, as she recovered, began to become more chatty like Loki, pointing down at the empty spot at the table. “Where daddy?” she asked.

“Dunno,” Loki told her, and oh boy, was that the wrong answer.

The little girl’s face immediately twisted and went red. This was the first birthday she’d remember and Mobius wasn’t even going to show up for it?

“Little sunshine,” Thor got her attention, getting up from his seat and setting her tray down onto the table so he could pick her up, “your daddy only left a few minutes before Loki woke, and promised he was just picking something up for you. A special birthday surprise, I promise,” he nurtured, kissing her gently on the cheek and bouncing her in his arms just lightly until she was a little less red and much less sobby.

She finally continued working on her breakfast, and to both of the littles’ delight, Mobius soon came into the home with a white box in hand. He showed it off to them without opening it and watched as their faces lit up and any panic from the morning was forgiven.

“Roxxcart was short staffed this morning,” he apologized, before sitting down with Thor and the birthday littles for a slightly cold breakfast.

“Hey, do you two know what I found while I was out?” Mobius asked, while sitting on the floor with the two littles. Loki was positioned in his lap, hugging him, but Sylvie was independently building her own palace of blocks. “Take a look at this.” He reached under one of Loki’s thighs in order to get to his pocket.

Loki peeked his head up to see what the movement was and made a squeaky babble noise as Mobius showed the little ones a small jar of fluid.

“Do you know what these are?” he asked.

Sylvie stopped what she was doing to crawl closer and try to grab the plastic bottle out of his hands.

“I got you guys some bubbles.”

“Bubbas!” Loki repeated.

“Yeah, and we can play with them outside, if you want.” He picked Loki up without waiting for a solid yes or no. “Probably need to give you two stinkers a change anyway.”

Loki giggled. “No! No stinky.”

“Oh no?” Mobius chuckled. “How’s she?” he asked Thor.

Thor rolled Sylvie over, unsnapping her onesie, and giving her a check before a couple of belly raspberries.

The little girl kicked and wiggled with tiny squeals in response. When Thor pulled away from her, the response she gave was to reach up for him, and politely request to be picked up.

“I can see from here birthday girl’s about to spring a leak, better give her here.”

“Dada n’ --o Tor!” she babbled.

“You want Thor?”

“M--ah!”

“Well, you heard her.”

Thor chuckled as he brought Sylvie into his arms. She was so deep in her headspace, he wasn’t sure if there was any big girl even left behind those eyes, but she seemed happy and content, so it was more of a reassurance than a worry. He hummed to her as he set her down on the changing table and started a small mobile above her head as he clicked and tightened the security strap around her midsection.

After Thor rolled up and tossed the soggy diaper in the bin, Mobius was led into the room by a toddling, but very determined looking Loki.

Sylvie shrieked with excitement and giggled as Loki leaned over the table and kissed her on the cheek in that babyish way that was really half a raspberry with a “m’uh!” noise.

“I couldn’t keep him occupied without some toys,” Mobius smiled. “We set up the play pen out there for ‘em but that’s not going to be enough alone.” He was speaking more to himself than anyone else. He didn’t even pause as Thor handed him Sylvie, redressed and re-diapered.

She grabbed at his mustache leading him to plant a second kiss on her cheek with his own little “mwah,” just to make her laugh even more, and to make Loki smile at the mimicry as he politely asked Thor to pick him up, too.

Mobius set Sylvie on the floor while Thor strapped Loki down.

“Do you want to trade places? Let me take diaper duty and help Sylvie put together some toys to take outside?”

“Nah, I’ve got it,” Thor said before moving Loki’s legs into a more convenient position, for minimal kicking.

Loki stuck his fingers in his mouth as he watched Mobius prep some outdoor toys, occasionally waving them for Sylvie or Loki to gauge their interest. The philosophy seemed to be, if the littles grabbed for it, scooted towards him, or otherwise cooed, the toy was of interest and should be brought outside.

The adult smiled a little bit every time the baby boy nearly fell off the table or got in Thor’s way because of it.

Sylvie picked up on this too, taking one of the rattles Mobius dropped in the small bag and holding it up for Loki.

He screamed with joy and tried to grab at it, just to stick it in his mouth and chew on the rubber pieces of it as Thor re-buttoned his onesie and pulled his tutu back up.

Loki wrapped his fingers around strands of his big brother’s golden hair as he was taken into a big bear hug, still keeping the toy in his mouth, only taking it out to shake it, rattling the colorful plastic beads inside.

Thor brought him up so that Loki’s upper half was higher than his shoulder, with the little’s legs wrapped at his waist.

Outside, the babies sat on a small quilt. Most, if not all of the toys and chewed-up toddler books were familiar. Same barely cushioned dirt ground, and same silly daddy and Thor showering them both with love and affection. However, instead of sitting with them like usual, Mobius stood up on one side of the blanket and took out the bubbles he had teased earlier, spinning the plastic stick around in the soapy fluid and squatted down to blow some soapy bubbles on a comfortable level for them.

Sylvie laid down on her belly, rolling herself up to bat at them and pop a couple. Loki meanwhile, chose to sit upright and clap, trying to squish the bubbles with loud smacks, followed by happy wiggles.

Some low forest wind scooped the bubbles upward, away from the natural grasp of the babies. So, Loki did the only thing he could think to do, and slowly propped himself up, finding his balance and stable footing.

He grabbed at one, popping it, then another, and then he--

“Loki! You can’t eat the bubbles!” Mobius laughed.

Loki grinned and did it again.

“Hey, you keep doing that and we might have to find a new activity,” he warned, slightly more seriously this time.

Loki’s mischievous smile widened even more, and when Mobius blew another breath of bubbles, he tried once more to bite it.

Mobius met eyes with Thor, and gave him a small nod.

In one short movement, Loki was off the ground up in Thor’s arms. He immediately realized that this was not the desired outcome he had hoped for and screeched, thrashing and kicking to be put down. He wasn’t crying yet, just angrily yelling and throwing a tantrum trying to get down and back to his bubbles.

Finally, he got a couple of crocodile tears to slide down his cheeks. That’s when Thor finally offered him some comfort, planting a kiss on his forehead and walking away with the cranky boy.

Thor plopped him down into a plastic seat a few yards away and popped a thin hollow plastic piece into place between Loki’s legs before stepping away.

Loki immediately stopped any sign of struggle or distress and put his fist in his mouth, sucking on the top of his knuckles, curious to see where this was going.

Then, the seat moved and a peep escaped him.

Sylvie got up and wandered to the source of the noise in an awkward baby toddle, holding her daddy’s hand as she did.

“Dah-dee!” Loki screamed.

“Hey princess, what do you think of the big birthday present?” Mobius asked, still keeping Sylvie far out of kicking range as Thor pushed the swing higher.

The little grinned and kicked.

“Is it just like at the park?”

Loki ignored that question, in favor of observing the feeling and his surroundings.

“Should we give Sylvie a turn?” Mobius asked as the second, and possibly smaller headspaced, little clung to him.

Loki considered and crossed his arms, crinkling up his nose.

“Do you want to help me push her? Play big brother for a minute?”

“Umno?”

“That’s funny, but we are going to give Sylvie her turn. It’s her birthday too.” He said, grabbing the plastic rim of the swing underneath Loki’s bottom and slowing it to a stop before picking Loki up from under the thighs and helping Sylvie up in his place.

Thor tested the waters with a tiny push, and a bigger one, and then a huge one! Picking her up so that the bum of the swing was held above his head.

That was enough. She giggled and made a few happy babyish noises as the ropes holding her upright lost and gained tension, creating a weightless feeling.

He came around to the front and pushed her from the soles of her feet.

As Loki watched, he felt as though he should feel a pang of jealousy. She was getting attention, after all. She was having fun. She was a sun, full of happiness while using their shared new swing.

But for once, he didn’t. He was happy that she was happy. He hadn’t even noticed it until Mobius said something: “Are you watching her? Isn’t she interesting?” he teased.

Loki looked back at him. The smile didn’t fade, but he simply became aware of it.

Sylvie heard and took a minute to make a babyish wave down at them.

“Look at her, she’s having her best birthday ever, isn’t she?”

Loki nodded.

“Are you having the best birthday ever, yet?”

Loki burrowed his face in Mobius’ shoulder, creating an awkward hunch, and hugged him tightly.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm!”

“I’ve got an idea if you want to make it even better…”

Loki’s grin widened.

After a bit more playtime, Loki and Sylvie were each led to the nursery for the typical nappy checks and changes. No part of this was an improvement to Loki.

Sylvie sat back on the padded table cushioning, chewing on her pacifier. “S-ing!” she whined.

“We are going to sing,” Mobius reassured her with a smile. “You’re a real smarty-pants. You know that? Hard to believe it’s only your first birthday.”

She pointed outside “Essing!” she tried again.

“Yeah, you like the new swing?” he asked. “I think Loki likes it, too.”

“Mm-- uppansing!” she complained.

“We will, we will. Soon. We’ve got all the time in the world. How about we have some cake first?”

He asked, fully removing her onesie and tutu now.

Loki stood up with this development. “Em-me!” he demanded.

“You next?” Mobius asked.

“Dahdee em-me!”

Mobius unsnapped the little’s onesie and lifted it up, over the tot’s head before having him step out of the tutu. “You’re naked!” he teased.

Loki repeated the word.

Sylvie seemed to mind even less than Loki did, sitting on the floor in just her nappy, and opening up a board book from their shelf as she patiently waited for Loki’s change to be done.

“Do you both know why?”

Neither baby responded.

Mobius tried his best to hide his growing excitement with the surprise.

He secured them both in their highchairs and slid the trays into place as Thor took the large white box out of the fridge.

Thor looked down at it as if it were a briefcase of money he was hiding from the littles, covertly smushing all the green candles he had into its contents.

If Loki wasn’t restrained by the highchair’s shoulder straps, he may have tried to look, himself.

“Wow, look at that,” Mobius said as Thor lifted a beautiful cake out of the box.

It was a light green with darker green and yellow frosting details as well as a big “Happy Birthday Loki and Sylvie!” in big black cursive icing on the top.

He took a lighter and began to light all 30-or-so candles covering it. Even the text was covered. “Are we doing the American birthday song or the Aesir one?”

Thor crinkled up his nose thinking about it. “The Aesir one is going to be too long for the little ones.”

“Alright then. Are you ready? 3…2…1!”

Gently, as the song went on, Mobius raised the cake up in between the highchair trays so that the candles and cake were close in between the littles.

“Go ahead, blow them out!” he encouraged them at the end.

Sylvie spit as she blew. Visibly. But Mobius was pretty used to sharing spit with them, and Thor… was Thor… -- He’d probably eat raw meat off the ground if given the opportunity.

The little girl clapped excitedly, mimicking Thor and bubbling over with sheer babyish glee as she watched Mobius cut and plate two big slices of cake, setting them on the high chair trays without utensils. Then, he cut a smaller one for himself and handed the knife to Thor.

At this point, he had expected them to be knuckle deep in frosting and crumbs, but they patiently waited as if he would do something more.

“You kiddos can dig in,” he said. “We won’t start til you do. “First birthday bite” and all that.”

Loki sat slightly more upright and reached out for him.

Mobius gave a small sigh behind a smile and set down his plate in order to cut off a little bite of cake for Loki with the side of his fork, feeding it to him with the jetski noises included. “I really thought you two were gonna play in it-- …oh.” As he leaned back, away from Loki, he felt something press against his cheek and turned just in time to catch Sylvie in the act of touching him with her yucky, frosting covered fingers.

She grinned and squealed.

“You two never disappoint, do you?”

Loki smirked back at him as he began to pick apart his own slice with his hands now.

As Mobius stepped away to clean himself up, he kept the corner of his eye looking out for the two tots and prepared his cell-phone camera to take lots of pictures of them.

It was pretty safe to say both littles played with their food more than they ate. They would shove a pincer-grasp full, or maybe a small fist, into their mouth and then wipe any excess frosting on themselves, the other little, or the plate. When the other tot was the victim of such an act, it was met with a giggly scream and an attempt of retaliation.

Loki tried first, shoving a small chunk of cake just barely into Sylvie’s mouth. He could hardly reach her from his chair.

Then, it was Sylvie’s turn. She took a small handful and tried to reach over and get him back with the last remanence of cake on her plate… but her reach was too short!

Splat!

The little glob of frosting and cake mush fell from her fingertips and onto the floor in between them.

They bonked their heads together as they both leaned in to look down at it.

Then, Sylvie groaned. The low growl got a little bit louder as she looked up at her caregivers, and then eventually, it became a whine that grew into a cry.

Mobius gave her a sympathetic look, whispered something to Thor, and walked away.

Sylvie gave her best frustrated scream and began a small fit. She was still just a little too small to process that she had an equal amount of cake around her mouth, down her chest, on her arms, and even around her belly button and the waistband of her nappy, stuck to her with buttercream. Daddy just needed to give her more, that would make up for it!

Mobius retrieved something out of the fridge: a small metal container, and shook it up.

Loki may have been bothered by the second little’s fussing if he had not spotted Mobius’ plan.

She pushed on her tray and kicked at the step, while working herself up to a scream.

“Nothing a little more sugar can’t fix,” Mobius chuckled before leaning in and squirting just a little bit of cold whipped cream into her mouth.

Sylvie froze.

“How’s that?”

Loki giggled and opened his mouth wide for some, too.

Sccchhhhh the can hissed.

“Dah-dee silly!” Loki cooed with his mouth still full.

Slowly, a smile crept onto Sylvie’s face. She licked around her lips and babbled something to Thor, who warmly greeted her and asked if she had liked the cake her daddy had bought, as if she was capable of a coherent response.

“Umumam! Mmnumum!” she answered.

Thor grinned at her and set his plate in the sink. “Would you like to tell me more?” he asked, setting his elbows on the little’s tray without heed to the mess she had painted on it with green and yellow colors.

“Aah!” she squeaked with a grin. “Ahbaba!”

“Do you like being all messy like that?”

Sylvie continued to babble back at him as he grabbed a paper towel and began to wipe her face and hands.

“Don’t worry too much about cleaning her up,” Mobius told him, finally getting Loki’s equally-frosting-covered tray removed. “I’m gonna run them a bath.”

“That would be best.” Thor agreed as he realized the amount of cake he was dealing with. It was like none of it had even made it into her mouth.

“Cake!” Sylvie finally managed to spit out as she was removed from her high chair.

“There’s more in there for you,” Mobius reassured her. “You’ll have another piece after dinner tonight, I promise.”

She hummed and stuck her fingers in her mouth as Mobius held her wrist in one hand, and cradled Loki’s bum in the other.

Mobius ran the water warm with some lavender bubble bath and began to wipe down the tots with a washcloth while sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, leaning down to get the messy littles as they sat on the tile floor, playing with their rubber bath toy boats and sea serpents until Mobius had them take turns lying down so he could get them out of their diapers and clean them up to get them ready for the warm water.

Sylvie made an audible sigh as she submerged herself, stretching out underneath the layer of bubbles, only for Loki to plunk himself in after her and rudely demand she share the room.

After the water had been drained, and Mobius was just as sufficiently soaked as they were, he broke the news of what was going to happen next.

“No nap fir birfday!” Loki scoffed.

“Aw, but I’m so sleepy!” Mobius countered, pulling the towel wrapped tot into his lap. “You can’t help daddy go to bed either?”

“Help?” Loki asked cautiously.

“Yeah, you two and Thor just need to help me take a nap. Last night was just too much for daddy.”

The little ones looked at one another and then nodded.

“Tor no tire,” Sylvie mumbled.

“What do you mean ‘Thor’s not tired’? What do you think he’s doing right now?”

Mobius redressed them lovingly and tried to convince them he was taking so long because he was just getting so tired. Loki and Sylvie would giggle in response, especially when Mobius leaned over and “fell asleep” on their tummies after buttoning up their onesies.

Before leaving the bathroom with them, he set their pacifiers into their mouths and velcroed thick, fleece baby booties onto their feet.

Mobius poked his head out the door to tell Thor that they were all done. Then he looked down. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as Loki tried to crawl past him.

The little one babbled as Mobius picked him up.

“You wanna go see your big brother?”

“I’m coming!” Thor yelled, setting down his video game controller and taking off his headset.

“They’re helping put me to bed,” he explained. “Do you think you could help them read a story?”

“Absolutely!” The god lit up as he said it.

Mobius hopped up onto the ledge of the crib and invited the littles up, too. They had been crawling to help Thor pick a story, and only hesitantly stood in order to climb up and snuggle next to their daddy.

Mobius slid up the bars and gave the two baby littles their bottles before giving Thor the thumbs up to start the story.

For a second, as Thor began to read, there was a wave of peace. Mobius found himself in between two babies who’s bottles hissed gently as they suckled. His arms were tucked around their backs, and in return, they each wrapped their legs around one of his.

Then, Loki opened his eyes and looked up.

“What’s up?” Mobius whispered.

He took the bottle out of his mouth and held it up to Mobius.

The adult grinned “Hey, what’re you--”

“Seepy!” Loki loudly whispered back.

Mobius tried not to chuckle or spit up milk. He simply accepted it and relaxed, letting out a loud sigh and closing his eyes.

When Thor closed the book, Loki decided that Mobius had had enough. He removed the nipple from Mobius’ mouth, taking it back with a little bit still left at the bottom and setting his pacifier in its place.

“Happy birthday, brother.” Thor smiled over the ledge of the crib as he watched the exchange. “Sleep well.”

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goddessofmischief · 4 years ago

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Can you do a: what it’s like dating sylvie laufeydottir???

I love headcanons and I so rarely get requests for them!

✨ Dating Sylvie Laufeydottir Would Include... ✨

Okay so

If you thought Loki would be jealous or possessive

Sylvie takes that to a whole other level

If anyone talks to you, they get stabbed or threatened

Alternatively, she’d be very sarcastic and petty

Like, afterwards, you’d go up to her and she’d just be like

“Oh, did your other friend bore you”

Sylvie requires at least 10-12 hugs after you interact with other people

She absolutely feels like she doesn’t deserve you

I feel like she’s also an amazing cook

Not because she’s a woman, but because she’s had to be on the run for so long and has had to learn how to prepare meals out of weird ingredients

You’d definitely try a few of Sylvie’s weird food combinations that she’s grown to be fond of

Also, Loki is your best friend for sure

The two of them would team up constantly to protect you/refuse to share your with other people

You spend too much time around Lokis

Mobius is your favorite person

You literally hug his leg like a child when he comes over

“Finally, not a Loki, I’m saved”

Sylvie would be the type to casually pick up clothes for you

Toothpaste? Not necessary. A new top? Absolutely

Her grinning wildly when you like something she picked out

She’s never sure of her tastes, since she grew up on the run and can’t really remember Asgard

Her showing you magic

Not ‘wimpy’ or ‘cute’ magic, like she thinks Loki’s fireworks trick is, but awesome magic, like setting a car on fire with her mind

Sylvie doesn’t like her singing voice so she asks you to sing for her all the time, no matter how good or bad your voice is

Sylvie would want to marry you

Even though your marriage being official doesn’t mean much, it means the world to her

You want her to be your wife, and that blows her mind

Not having a big wedding (like Loki probably would) but having a cute, quick little marriage at some apocalypse Sylvie deems romantic

In short, Sylvie absolutely adores you

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myysaints · 4 years ago

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falling (mobius)

mobius m. mobius x reader

summary: as mobius falls to his imminent state of non-existence, he finds himself thinking of you - and suddenly, it all makes sense.

contains: angst, once again no plot, just angst angst angst angst

notes: HAH ANOTHER NOT PROOFREAD FIC JUST ME PINING FOR MOBIUS . because wtf was episode 4 even . i can’t . wrote this very hastily post-watching so this is just a torrent of emotions for him. enjoy LOL

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!! SPOILERS FOR LOKI EPISODE 4 !!

It comes to him in flashes. The memories, hauntingly visceral and tugging on his heart strings.

Mornings waking up next to you, brushing your hair out your face, feeling your lips upturn in a smile against his. Your illicit rendezvous around the TVA, quick pecks snuck in between meetings, late-nights stealing fond glances behind mountains of paperwork. You, humming as you made breakfast for two, your hips swaying to his favourite song. Him, feeling your limbs relax as you curl into him, the feeling of a body pressed up against the other lulling both of you to sleep.

You, you, you. It’s always been you.

Mobius gasps, his throat suddenly feeling dry as his eyes snap open in shock. He’s falling, his arms flailing in mid-air, grappling for nothing. Atoms and electrons and everything that makes up the universe zip past him in a technicolor blur of life.

And all he can do is think about you.

A sudden surge of panic takes ahold of him - He realises with sinking dread that he’s left you behind. The one thing that makes his pitiful existence have meaning. The one thing that makes him feel alive.

He doesn’t want to think about your confusion when you enter your apartment, only to find it empty. He doesn’t want to think about the look of heartbreak on your face when you learn that he’s gone. He doesn’t want to think about whatever horrible narrative he’s sure Ravonna will cook up to make him look bad. He doesn’t want to think about all the betrayal and pain he’s no doubt already have caused you. He doesn’t want to think about you, sobbing into your pillow at night, clutching his own pillow in a desperate attempt to feel him again.

He doesn’t want to think about the fight you two had just this morning. That stupid, stupid fight, over something silly - A misplaced item, a foolish comment, an accident, whatever it was. He doesn’t want to think about how the last thing he said to you was:

“I don’t need you.”

Because he does. He does need you, desperately and wholly and with all his being.

“No,” he murmurs, quietly at first. Then, the weight of his predicament finally hits him, he begins to struggle against nothing but gravity, yelling to no one in particular, “No! Let me back! Stop! Take me back!”

But he keeps on falling, plunging down a never-ending tunnel. Further and further away from the TVA, from the life he once knew. further and further away from you.

Then, as he turns his sights into the black mass below him, he suddenly remembers.

---

“Put me down!”

He blinks, and his heart catches in his throat.

Wherever and whenever he is… He doesn’t recoginse it.

The twitchy feeling beneath his feet is sand, he realises with a start. Behind him, an engine roars to life, and he watches in awe as a jet-ski rips through the water. A beach. That’s where he is.

The scene is entirely foreign to him. So many faces, so many sounds and smells and things to look at and take in. But the one thing that he recognises, without fail -

It’s you.

You’re shrieking with glee, hair tousled and messy and gorgeous. Your skin is sun-kissed, and with every little movement you make, you glimmer in the sunlight.

Something inside of him stirs. Seeing this… whatever illusion this is… It awakens something inside of him.

You’re thrown over the back of a strangely familiar male figure, and your boisterous laughter makes his heart ache anew. After a moment, your playful fighting calms into an appreciative hums, you staring so deeply into the eyes of whoever has you over their shoulder.

A pang of jealousy hits him, and he averts his gaze.

“Don’t you dare throw me in the water, no, don’t- Mobius- !”

The sound of his name falling from your lips makes his head snap up - Only to see you be thrown into the water in an alarmingly forceful motion. In a hazy motion, he dashes towards you, before stopping in his tracks.

God. It’s… Him.

You resurface, tugging himself down into the water with you. A peculiar sense of deja vu surfaces within him, drawing him into this painfully familiar scenery that he desperately wishes he could unsee.

He’s looking at himself now, watching this version press a deep, passionate kiss on your lips. He’s watching as you lean into him, your smile growing wider and wider.

His lips tingle, remembering the feeling.

He tears his eyes away from the scene and squeezes them shut.

“This isn’t real, this isn’t real,” he whispers to himself over and over again, and suddenly his entire body feels as if it’s being tugged -

And he’s falling again.

Tears prick at his eyes as he feels the memory slowly start to slip away, becoming nothing more than a faint emotion he so desperately tries to cling onto.

What Loki had said just moments before he was obliterated into non-existence still rings in his mind: That he and you had lives before all this. Before the TVA. Presumably before each other.

But now, knowing that that life had been spent together, you and him, without the stifle of the TVA breathing down your back -

How could they take that away from him?

As quickly as he can, he commits the scene to memory: Mapping the way your eyes crinkle as you smile, memorizing the way your hands reach for his in the water, choking back a sob as you slowly slip away from him once more.

A tear falls before he can help it, and he watches helplessly as it descends into the hole swallowing him.

Deeper and deeper he falls. Further and further he strays from you.

Mobius M. Mobius closes his eyes and submits to the fall, the feeling of you surrounding him.

You.

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