✨seven sentence saturday✨
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i didn't think i had anything to share, but i went back to the opening for a time loop fic that i scrapped earlier in the week and i kind of like it now, so
Mobius stared at the computer screen, trying to figure out what O.B. was showing him. He'd said something about an anomaly on one of the timelines, but all zoomed in like this, they looked more like neurons, than branches on a tree, and Mobius couldn't make heads or tails of them.
He watched the steadily pulsing energy, eyes focused where O.B. was pointing, until-
"There." A small flash, out of place among the gentle, rhythmic flow. Ouroboros wagged his finger at it. "Did you see that?"
its not much but its a start 👏
Here I am, only 7 months late for Lokiusweek. Yay.
*runs away to hide on the timelines*
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki & Mobius M. Mobius Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Canon Compliant, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Humor, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius’s Life on the Sacred Timeline, Friendship/Love
Summary:
Five times Mobius chose clothes for Loki and one time he chose them for himself.
Seven Sentence Sunday
Thanks for the tag @elodiah.
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He took a moment to take in the God of Time, sound asleep, breathes coming soft and even, face relaxed. Mobius ached with the beauty of it all, and almost took a picture so he would always know precisely how Loki’s hair looked spread out on the pillow Mobius found for him in the linen closet. Instead, he found a pad and paper, wrote Loki a note, left it where he knew the God would find it, and then headed out of the cottage. He was at the end of his driveway when Nate pulled up, slowing down and coming to a stop so Mobius could climb in his truck. “Why did you meet me here?” Nate asked with a deep frown. “Loki’s asleep on my couch,” Mobius replied. “I didn’t want to wake him.”
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It's late on Sunday where I am, so the tags are late.
⚡️ Seven (+1) Sentence Sunday ⚡️
Thanks for the tags @elodiah and @lokimobius!
Bit late in the day, but here's a bit more of the breaker box boys smut I've been working on, this time featuring Volt! (Getting more explicit. Proceed below the cut with caution 😘)
Seven Sentence Sunday
Thank you for the tag @elodiah!!!!
here's some more of my lokius "dispatch" AU. this is way more than seven sentences, but i'm having fun and we need more fun in the world, so enjoy! (more ramblings about the AU below the cut)
“Alright, team! What do we know about Loki Laufeyson?” Everyone turned their attention to Thor, who spluttered in disbelief, “Loki? He’s my brother!” “Well, your brother decided to take one of the trains for a little joyride today,” Mobius said, leaning back in his seat and spinning around while gazing at the ceiling. “Oh, and he slipped me his number on this subway ticket.” Thor nearly spat out his drink. “He what!?” Mobius smirked, his mind drifting back to the cheeky wink Loki gave him just before the police escorted him off the train. “At least he paid,” he joked, straightening up to face an extremely concerned God of Thunder. “Don’t worry, Thor. I’m not gonna call your brother.” With a sigh of relief, Thor placed his empty cup down on the table with a bit more force than necessary, causing Spider-Man to jump in his seat. “I’d say he’s probably a bit too young for me,” Mobius added with a chuckle, but Thor tilted his head thoughtfully, as if considering the idea. “Besides, I handed the ticket over to our analyst, so even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. With all the poisonings happening lately, you can never be too careful.” Thor leaned closer, his expression turning serious. “Honestly, being poisoned might be the least of your worries if my brother has his sights set on you.” Mobius waved him off with a playful grin. “I’ll be fine, really. He’s just a little pussycat.”
Love not having a ”””fandom””” specific blog. Something new will just consume my mind and everyone has to accept it. My house
knight!mobius passing away, dragon shifter!zemo and dragon shifter!loki go their separate ways because the pain is just too much to bare for either of them and they don't want to remember it.
cut to many years later and times have changed, zemo has made a life for himself with humans, dragons are only but tales, and one day while walking he hears a familiar voice, then there's this feeling, looking around he sees him. The same smile, the same eyes, the sliver hair, but how can it be??
and there he is, Mobius.
I hate how bot comments on ao3 are making more and more writers disable their comments and lock their works so that only people with registered accounts can access their works (because while some of these bots are from registered accounts and therefore locking your fics won’t guarantee that you will be safe from them, a lot of them are commenting as guest users so locking fics helps a little), because there are so many genuine readers who read and comment on fics without having their own registered accounts.
these bots are not only annoying and harmful (if you fell for their lies and gave them money, an access to your personal informations), they’re also keeping artists and art from genuine audiences and destroying the community artists built with their audiences.
this is a post to say fuck you every bot out there.
WITH EVERY REBLOG THIS POST GETS, A BOT WILL DIE
also here’s how to spot and deal with bot comments
I have made some memes to commemorate the day
WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tags, @elodiah @westwardly @thewildballyntynesgrow @blackbirdofasgard @lokimobius @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @loki-is-my-kink-awakening.
Snippet of an old unposted Storyteller fic I might try to finish up and post for Fluffbruary. Loki and Octavia in the Void hub cafeteria.
“All right. Ask your questions, then.” She sits back, settling into a more comfortable position, and pulls her water bottle a little closer. “Not guaranteeing I have the answers, but I’ll do my best.” “Is anything a topic best avoided?” She tilts her head. “You mean besides the fact that I lived in New York City in the year 2012, on the Sacred Timeline?” Loki pinches the bridge of his nose, brow furrowed, before sitting back with a sigh. “Yes, that would qualify,” he says, subdued. “I am unaware of how the TVA has handled agents’ memories.” “In general, we haven’t handled them,” she replies, readily enough. “We have advanced medical technology now which can implement or reverse a memory wipe, but it’s not recommended except in extreme cases, because we just don’t know how often most of us have been wiped already. It’s unsafe. So it’s basically up to the agent if they want to know their Sacred life or not, and only in rare cases would we recommend someone actually recover that life.” “Knowledge of it, but no memory of it, to avoid the emotional attachment to it?” “Correct. Which I think is probably for the best. There have been a few rare cases where people have recovered their memories in part on their own, and we’ve enlisted magical help on a couple extreme cases, but as a rule, most of us are better off with the knowledge, not the actual memory.” “So you, then, do have the knowledge of your variant life.” “Oh, yes. Though I only looked about six months after the truth came out.” She pokes at the salad again, a rueful smile tugging at her lips. “Just after I started working on this project, actually. Then it all kind of made sense.” At Loki’s questioning look, she stabs a berry with her fork and then points the utensil at him. “I’m a variant of Pepper Potts, apparently,” she says, with a small smile. “Nexus event was not being allergic to strawberries. How dumb is that?” “I’m afraid most variants were likely apprehended for equally ludicrous reasons,” Loki replies quietly. “But I can certainly see now, the natural inclination for your involvement in this place.” “I do like bossing people around,” she agrees with undue cheerfulness, stabbing another strawberry. “But that’s not why I took the job. That just kind of happened along the way.” “Mobius?” “Mobius.”
It's late here, so no pressure at all tags for @justabigoldnerd @insomniaflarrow @in-my-loki-feels @thosegayoldmen @distracteddream @tealdropsworld @impulsemuppet Whatcha workin' on?