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Continuing from the little tease I posted on Monday...

A more difficult undertaking than it sounded, as it turned out. Like Eddie had told Volt, this would not be the first time he'd be sharing his home. It may have been decades ago, but Beverly had stayed with him, and for quite a long time at that. Where she had slept was on a couch in the back room, so, understandably, that very same couch was the first thing Eddie thought of. It didn't take long to discover that the thought was not going to pan out. Once upon a time, the couch had been soft and comfortable, a perfectly reasonable place to sleep. This was no longer the case. Over the years, the support it had once provided had practically disintegrated, so settled in on itself that the cushions were nearly worn through. It was fine to sit on for a brief time, but to sleep on it? Eddie wouldn't even offer it as a bed to any of the inanimals roaming around the house, let alone subject Volt to it. Besides, even if the couch were still in perfect condition, the size would have been a problem. Bev had fit on it just fine, but Volt was a very tall man. His legs would dangle right off the end of it, or he'd have to scrunch up in an uncomfortable ball to try to fit. In short, there was no way Eddie was about to ask Volt to sleep on this couch. They'd just have to move on to his next idea. Except…he didn't have any other ideas. Glaring down at the worn-out, too-short couch with his hands on his hips, Eddie blew out a long breath, then cursed. "Shit."

Oh darn, what to do? 👀

Lokius Fatal Frame AU. Some levity today. Well, as much as there's gonna be.

"Do you trust me?"

Blue eyes shine. "Why? What are you planning?"

"Mobius, do you trust me?"

"I think we've clearly established I do, Loki. I let the TVA burn for you."

Loki smikes, half chuckling, then sobers. "And I destroyed the loom."

"Some things need to be broken, to make something better."

I haven't written as much this week but I do have a little snippet from the Stratt Tapes fic

Once the two of them had enough words to understand each other, they moved on to the task at hand. Kind of. Their next step was to figure out why Tau Ceti wasn't dimming if it had a Petrova Line and that required getting closer to take samples. In the meantime of waiting to get to their destination, Grace taught Rocky how to knit. Surprisingly, Rocky picked it up almost immediately. Stratt was rather impressed at the alien's handiwork. He had no eyes but his creations were beautiful. The same could not be said for Grace's attempts to learn how to shape things with xenonite.

Lokius Fatal Frame AU. More rope marks as they enter the pitch-black underground passageway heading towards the Rope Altar.

Loki's hand sweeps up his arm but stops at his shoulder. They can't bring themself to actually touch his neck, to feel if the marks have spread there, too. Instead, they slide their hand back down, then stop again because they don't want to touch the indentations on his wrist again either. Their heart pounds, but determination swells. "There's only one way to stop this."

"What if there's no way?"

Loki wants to offer the same comfort Mobius offers them. They really do. Mobius gives it unconditionally, without care if it's returned, and Loki has learned to show comfort because of him. But this is like being back to when free will was an illusion and destiny pulled the strings. And they don't currently have the answer, but they do have the will to continue, to press on, to figure this whole thing out, to save him. "I didn't let He Who Remains dictate our future. I'll be damned if I let it happen now."

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i literally just finished and posted this one so here's seven more sentences from that 💖 below a cut cuz its a lil bit spicy ?!?🫣🤭

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I've finally made a start on my second MTH fic, which is a big shift from the angsty/fluffy/hc/pre-slashy vibes I've been writing a lot of lately, to something rather silly... kind of in the vein of my ridiculous What Doesn't Kill You trio of fics, from back when I was a baby writer a couple of years ago.

“What are you doing?” he asked warily, and Loki’s brow furrowed at his suspicious tone.  “I’m going to heal it for you,” he replied, as though it were obvious… which it really should have been. But to his surprise, Mobius immediately flinched, eyes widening in horror as he instinctively attempted to tug his hand away. “No, no, it’s okay,” he blurted in a rush. “It’s totally fine. It’s tiny, Loki… please don’t waste your seiðr on something so insignifi–” That was as far as he got, however, the rest of his words ceasing with a pained yelp as a heavy trickle of blood began flowing with worrying rapidity from what had been an innocuous paper cut… but after a burst of Loki’s well-meaning ‘healing’ magic, was now a deep gash. Weary exasperation met heavy remorse as their gazes locked, and Loki swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat. Faen.

in 2019 the FDA approved a drug called trikafta (which is really three drugs in one) for cystic fibrosis treatment. what it essentially does is patch up the malfunctioning proteins that cause the extra sticky mucus. trikafta is effective on about 90% of cystic fibrosis patients.

people who had spent their entire lives in and out of hospitals, on and off of ventilators, suffering from pneumonia and sometimes treated through painful procedures like intubation took this drug, got out of bed, coughed up an entire lifetimes worth of mucus out of their lungs over the course of a few hours, breathed clearly for perhaps the first time in their lives, and now go on to live well into their seventies.

My ward is the respiratory ward - CF is one of the things we specialize in.

Since this med came out we haven't had a SINGLE CF admission to the ward

There used to always be a CF patient spending a couple of months with us at a time

There's a man who is 23 years old who I was sure would not survive his next admission (aim saturations 85% is end stage lung disease)

There's a set of the local frequent flyers that we all know so well

Except

No we don't

On the CF specialist ward (with reasonable staff turnover)

Half the staff have probably never even seen a CF patient

Additionally, it should be noted that metrics like life expectancy are in no way a guarantee of... Anything. There are significant outlier CF patients who are at an advanced age now despite the odds due to a variety of different factors, having lived the majority of their lives before the development of modulators.

That is per month with the most common coupon people are likely to use.

But don't worry, there's grants and patient assistance programs you can apply for. 🤞🫠 Most people in high income countries like the USA can get it "covered" through insurance for fewer thousands of dollars. Or even less if your insurance is good or the manufacturer likes how poor and/or on Medicaid you are! A good social worker will help you with the process, and make sure your yearly reapplications and PAs are done a little early so they have time to think about it before you run out. Jesus Christ.

Lokius Fatal Frame AU. Emotions are running high.

"–orry." The word is muffled into the scratchy yet safe and warm shoulder of Mobius' jacket.

"It's okay. It's all going to be okay."

"–t's not."

"We've made it through worse."

Loki shakes their head. There is nothing worse than the thought of losing him. Mobius is the one with those damned red marks. One on each limb. They don't want to consider what happens next.

More from my Starstruck AU

Tom shrugged and stuffed the handful of candy into his mouth. "Why would they stop me? I'm Tom Ryder." Grace shook his head. He should have expected as much. Tom always did do exactly as he pleased, at least according to Colt. He was always being let into any building he wanted, usually a club, and talking to anyone he wanted, usually some other big name celebrity. Grace held his hand out with a sigh. "Alright." "You want one, you have to come get it," Tom teased. He placed a skittle between his teeth, holding it delicately. He leaned in towards Grace, egging him on.

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i literally just wrote this

Loki knew power.

It had been exerted over him - wielded against him. He had seen lightning caught in the palm of one hand; seen whole worlds destroyed with the snap of a finger.

He himself had housed enough energy coursing through his own body to sustain the whole multiverse for all of time.

But the gentle strength of the arms around his shoulders was something he had never felt before. The careful fingers digging into his back and scalp, wishing to stake claim but so afraid of causing harm.

Power, without pain.

start of a new lokius drabble 👏