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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks so much to @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @thosegayoldmen and @andthekitchensinkao3 for the tags! What i have this time is very rough so forgive me for that. One day I'll go back to the others I've been writing but it isn't this day

The beep of the tempad interrupts them and Mobius gets a notification that he's needed to look at some case files. He gets up to leave and Loki moves to stand as well. Already, Loki is removing IVs and sensors, the gentle beeps on the screens being replaced with a constant high pitched noise.

"I'm fine," Loki insists in response to Mobius' remark that they should stay until they're cleared by medical professionals.

Mobius doesn't argue but he doesn't think Loki looks fine. Loki appears to be concentrating hard on keeping steady on his feet. He allows Loki to follow him anyway since he doesn't think Loki will take no for an answer.

Soft tagging @megglesthegeek @ghoulehhh @distracteddream and anyone else. If you'd like to share something please do!

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Seven (Nine) Sentence Sunday Dec 22

Thanks for the tag @thosegayoldmen. Sorry to the Lokius gang, no Lokius content from me this week. Instead I give you a snippet from chapter 3 of Stories Told and Forgotten, the Emmrook fic that crashed pretty much the minute I posted the first chapter.

Tagging people left, right and center. Sorry if you're not interested.

Featuring Varric's shaving mirror, the night before everything goes to shit.

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“When I look into this mirror, you know what I see?”

Rook leaned in, because how could he not? “What do you see, Varric?”

“Someone who is more than capable of getting the job done.” Varric’s voice turned low, devoid of friendly banter. This was serious. “I don’t need to be the right guy for the job, I don’t need to have a divine mandate: I just need to show up, and do the right thing. Now you hold it up. Tell me what you see.”

No pressure tags. @lokimobius @natendo-art @ghoulehhh @in-my-loki-feels @kusakichan15

@mythical-magik @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @devilbearingtrouble @impulsemuppet @mirilyawrites

@scifikimmi @silentxsymphony @boredintjqueen @rin-love-is-green

@stillwanderingflame @insert-witty-user-name-here @dreamycloud

@distracteddream @mobius-m-mobius @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat

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Sketch Sunday

Loki in 1893

Dropped some shadows and added a smidge of highlights on the face. Very slowly getting somewhere.

Tagged by @elodiah @kcscribbler @blackbirdofasgard @thosegayoldmen @andthekitchensinkao3

Passing the tag for Sketch Sunday or Seven Sentence Sunday onto @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @ghoulehhh @cha-melodius @in-my-loki-feels @lokimobius

@mirilyawrites @natendo-art @wolfpup026 @distracteddream @dilfmobius

@silentxsymphony @rin-love-is-green @scifikimmi @highwarlockofphilly @insert-witty-user-name-here

@insomniaflarrow @megglesthegeek @ilaytrapsfortroubadours @boredintjqueen @alicerovai

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Sevenish Sentence Sunday

Thanks as always for the tags! @elodiah, @kcscribbler & @blackbirdofasgard

Here's a snippet of the start of a new WIP I started just last night, inspired by this wonderful art by @arstyrannus

It's still very bare bones, so bare with me on this one guys! 😅 It's already proven plenty of fun to plan out though, and I know it'll be just as fun to full write heheh ��

Loki sits atop the cool cream countertop of Mobius’ bathroom. His shirt hangs open, messily untucked from his trousers as he holds a cold compress to his ribs, loosely wrapped in a small hand towel. He stares down intently as Mobius runs an antiseptic wipe over the small cuts that litter the palm of his other hand. Beside him sits an open first aid kit, its contents strewn over the rest of the countertop, thoroughly picked apart.  “I still think you should go to the infirmary,” Mobius mutters, deeming the hand sufficiently clean and reaching into the kit for a bandage. Loki rolls his eyes slightly, but doesn’t stop him when he starts to gently wrap the hand.  “I’m already humoring you with all of this, I don’t need the infirmary for some cuts and bruises Mobius.” Loki huffs, shifting the ice pack against his ribs slightly and wincing. He tosses it into the nearby sink in annoyance, turning his attention back to Mobius’ hands on his. Mobius doesn’t respond, shaking his head gently as he continues, an amused smile on his face. 

No pressure tags! @lokimobius @natendo-art @ghoulehhh @in-my-loki-feels @kusakichan15

@mythical-magik @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @devilbearingtrouble @impulsemuppet @mirilyawrites

@scifikimmi @silentxsymphony @ilaytrapsfortroubadours @boredintjqueen @rin-love-is-green

@confetti39x @stillwanderingflame @andthekitchensinkao3 @insert-witty-user-name-here @dreamycloud

@distracteddream @mobius-m-mobius @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat

And of course, anyone else reading this is welcome to join! 😁

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Loki

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag, @insomniaflarrow! I've been fighting through being sick the last few days, trying to get more written for "I'd Give Up Forever to Touch You." I didn't get very far, but at least a little progress was made!

They only got to bask in their camaraderie for one second before the upbeat moment was interrupted. A steady electronic beeping abruptly started emitting from one of O.B.'s computers, the screen flashing orange in time with the loud noise. The smile faded from O.B.'s face, but he moved to check the alert immediately. No point in delaying the inevitable if something was going wrong. As soon as he saw which room the alert was coming from, his heart stopped. The combined shock and alarm must have shown on his face, because Casey's voice was hushed in a fearful way when he asked, "What is it?" O.B. looked up at him. "Something's happening in the loom space."

No pressure tags: @stillwanderingflame, @insert-witty-user-name-here, @mirilyawrites, @natendo-art, @wolfpup026

@lgwilt, @distracteddream, @thosegayoldmen, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @andthekitchensinkao3

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags, @elodiah and @insomniaflarrow!

I'm primarily working on something I can't share snippets of yet, but you can have a few lines from this scene I unearthed in my giant WIP document this week.

I honestly do not remember where I was going with it other than it being vaguely time loopy in S2E6. Any ideas?

Something strikes the glass with deadly impact, leaving a spreading spider-web of fractures to slice across distorted vision. Beyond lies the darkness of the void, vanishing under the increasing glow of rising radiation, mere moments from destruction. The breathtaking beauty of raw Time, dissolving everything in its path. Inevitable, inexorable. Mobius turns back, praying the Loom holds another ten seconds. “You do whatever you have to,” he says, and the words stumble in his haste to get them out before it all goes to Hel around them. “I’ll – I’ll find my way to you, someday. No matter how it ends, remember that.” Loki’s broken chuckle sounds more like a sob than anything else. “What will it matter, if I am the only one who does?”

No-pressure tagging @lokimobius @in-my-loki-feels @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @silentxsymphony @dilfmobius

@impulsemuppet @thosegayoldmen @justabigoldnerd @thewildballyntynesgrow @andthekitchensinkao3

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December 2024 Smubbles

For our next Smubbles it'll be Wanksmas again! No particular theme, just write whatever you want!

The AO3 collection will open on 24 December, and remain anonymous until 29 December.

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Me while editing: *adds a sentence*

*finds nearly identical sentence in the next paragraph*

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having a tumblr blog is cool because you can scroll back for years to realize you’ve never been normal about any of your interests so why start now

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Seven Sentence Sunday

The only WIP I have with anything actually written right now is merely a tiny sick-fic ficlet prompt fill. All mild whump, no plot, nothing deep. Just feverish Lokius being cute and snuggly. ☺️ Posting in 24 hours (hopefully), this is an immediate follow-up to an old prompt fill ficlet of mine, Dreamland.

“Hey,” Mobius whispered, “You okay?”

As if in answer, Loki was overtaken by a paroxysm of trembling that was so intense it had Mobius wincing in empathy. He continued running gentle fingers through Loki’s hair as the episode peaked, trying to offer what little comfort he could. Gradually it eased off to merely baseline shakes, and Loki pulled the covers in tight under his chin.

“‘M so cold,” he mumbled, sounding so vulnerable and helpless in that moment that it tugged at Mobius’ heartstrings.

“I know. C’mere,” Mobius snaked an arm over him, pulling him in close; Loki’s head burrowing into his neck and his curls tickling his cheek. Mobius smoothed the soft hair down with a soothing stroke as Loki began shivering again in earnest, and he sighed wearily.

No-pressure tagging @kcscribbler , @lokimobius , @in-my-loki-feels , @insomniaflarrow , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @silentxsymphony , @thosegayoldmen , @impulsemuppet , @mirilyawrites , @andthekitchensinkao3

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✨ I hope you like it… ✨ . . Mobius was 100% on board with having statues to honour Loki around the Tva. But the reality of seeing his face wherever he goes is more crushing than he realised … .

I wrote a little story to go with the sketch 🥺

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|🆕📖✨🔄|

Loki in DOCTOR STRANGE OF ASGARD

[🎨First Variant Covers: Dave Marquez]

- Loki Skald will accompany Doctor Strange

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here’s a little something i wrote real quick in my notes app yesterday to cope with the whole loki’s statue thing in the new tva comic 😭🧡💚

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“Did they have to make him look so… serious?” Mobius asks, hands on his hips as he stares up at the statue looming over the archives.

There was an unveiling, a ceremony of sorts, to usher in a new era for the TVA. It was a chance to celebrate Loki and his sacrifice. Mobius didn’t want to think about how it felt more like a funeral. Maybe that was just him, swimming in his grief.

“He looks sad.” Mobius frowns, and he feels that familiar prickle of frustration under his skin.

“Maybe he was,” B-15 says from beside him.

Mobius barely meets her eyes as he glances her way. He thinks about the look on Loki’s face before he opened that hatch. He thinks about the smile that didn’t meet his eyes, his eyes that were red and swollen, either from exhaustion or tears. Or both.

Mobius thinks about how tired Loki looked.

He’ll never know what really happened out there, or the series of events that lead Loki to make his choice, but Mobius isn’t ready to say goodbye.

Although, he and Loki never could do goodbyes.

Mobius shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything, just continues to frown. Even the statue on Asgard had Loki’s little smirk, that smug expression that Mobius found oddly comforting. Mobius thinks back to the World’s Fair, to standing in front of those statues, to his pouting face.

He feels his mouth twitch into a small smile and his eyes water just a little. He coughs into his fist as he clears his throat, trying to dislodge the lump of emotion settled there.

“He would’ve loved this,” Mobius says wistfully.

B-15 turns her head to look at him, and smiles sadly as she sees Mobius gazing up may Loki’s stone form with what she can only decipher as love. She moves a little closer and places her hand on his shoulder, a small comfort she can offer. He looks back at her and blinks, letting a tear slip down his cheek in the process.

“Yeah, he really would’ve,” she says.