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Thanks for the tags @mobiusismycomfortcharacter and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

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“Where should I…?” Zheng asked, gesturing with her satchel. “First Mate cabin,” Ed replied. “Could stay with Jim, Olu and Archie, but the room’s a bit cramped for four.” Zheng frowned. “Where’s Izzy staying?” “He’s been living in the Captain’s cabin for almost a month,” Ed replied, watching Zheng’s eyebrows slowly rise as she obviously did the math. “And you?” She asked. “I stay there, too, yeah.” Zheng nodded, then turned to Olu. “Wanna show me the cabin?” “Yeah, come on,” He said, taking her hand and leading her below. Ed stayed against the railing even as the ship went out to sea. He watched Ocracoke grow smaller, the agonizing grip on his heart squeezing tighter with every nautical mile they put between them and the shore.

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Thank you for tagging me @thosegayoldmen, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, and @mobiusismycomfortcharacter!

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 been tagged by anyone yet today, but I'm still riding the writing train and wanted to share a bit more of what I've got with ya'll! 😁 Slowly but surely stitching together all the loose bits I have for this fic. It's slow going, but at least its going 😅

Just like the others, it’s barely a graze, though the smooth line of the wound does begin to well up with the smallest amount of blood, oozing against Mobius’ tan skin. Loki cocks his head to the side slightly, silently considering if it's a problem and looking up at Mobius’ own contemplative look.  “Wow, you're really not holding back, huh?” “Were you expecting me to?”  Mobius just chuckles and wipes at his arm, the blood smearing against his palm but welling back up again immediately. Loki watches on, unimpressed. “I thought you said you’d had prior training?” He eyes the wound, his tone mocking and sardonic as he looks Mobius over. “Yeah, well…I guess I'm a bit rusty.” Mobius lets out a huff of air, not able to look at him through his obvious lie as he swipes at the wound again. This time Loki rolls his eyes, stepping closer as he vanishes his daggers away and firmly pulls him towards him by the arm. “I was under the impression that you'd be giving me a challange…”  “Am I not?” Mobius asks, looking slightly embarrassed by the blasé raise of Loki’s eyebrows, a hand coming up to scratch nervously at his jaw. 

thank u @kcscribbler @thosegayoldmen @elodiah @blackbirdofasgard and @megglesthegeek for the tags!! and also those of u who tagged me for wip wednesday 😍

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 ?!?🫣🤭

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."

Thanks for the tag @elodiah!

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“I thought since I’m taking at least one of yours, we could trade, and you could have at least one of mine,” Zheng explained. “You’re least competent, I’m guessing?” Izzy asked. “None of my people are anything less than competent,” Zheng countered. “Then why the fuck did you hire this lot way back when?” Izzy countered with a hint of a grin that only grew when Stede scowled at him. “What?” He asked. “I think you damn well know,” Stede replied. “Were you, or were you not, incompetent at the time, Love?” “I was adequate,” Stede said confidently, even if Izzy might have been correct in hindsight.

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Because I will do anything to avoid finishing up the current writing project here is a little snippet of the first starstruck fanfic I wrote back in the spring time as a birthday present for @mobiusismycomfortcharacter

It's not posted on ao3 yet because 1. I was/am self conscious about it and 2. it is very text message heavy and I wanted to make it look pretty which involved a lot of css and htm coding self teaching. I found some fabulous tutorials that have been a great help though.