#tessember

@coin-writes :

Stellar Bouquet: Tess keeps getting distracted. Why is Loki constantly touching his hair?: Space

Part 1: An itch that doesn’t subside

Part 2: Will you let me heal you ?

@colifower :

A short story collection depicting Tess’ adventures on Asgard, Midgard and Jötunheim with their friends.

Day 1: Space, Day 2: Loki, Day 3: Silver, Day 4: Magic, Day 5: Scared, Day 6: Grass, Day 7: Stairs, Day 8: HYDRA, Day 9: Cat, Day 10: Superior, Day 11: Ocean, Day 12: Asgard, Day 13: Lab, Day 14: Invasion, Day 15 and 16: Glow and Photon, Day 17: Vault, Day 18: Warmth, Day 19: Cube, Day 20: Fall, Day 21: Stark, Day 22: Earned, Day 23: Broken, Day 24: Light, Day 25: Dragon, Day 26: Bones, Day 27: Hope, Day 28: Mind, Day 29: Wires, Day 30: Sinking, Day 31: Home, Extra 1: Heart, Extra 2: Wonder, Extra 3: Never, Extra 4: Question, Extra 5: Pants, Extra 6: Surprise

@doctor-disc0​

We’ve been blessed by their Tesseroki drawing!!

@every-lokitten :

Wonderful art of our beloved Tess

Space

Mind

Silence + Solitude

@flyingbooks42 :

Beautiful character study of Tess

To be

@idontknowcanonswriting :

A collection of one shots and drabbles about the one and only <3

Day 1: Your light carries me to far and wide (Dark light to another world we hide)

Day 2: Oh My Heart (It’s A Fish Out Of Water)

Day 3: and the knot in my chest, is not in my chest (it’s just a trick of the brain)

Day 4: I’ll Be There For You (When The Rain Starts To Fall)

Day 5: My Broken Pieces (You Pick Them Up)

Day 6: holding each other with no one else in mind  (like two atoms in a molecule inseparably combined)

Day 7: fly me to the moon (let me play among the stars)

Day 8: i got my knife, got my gun (lets see how fast you can run)

Day 9: i used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along (you took my broken melody, and now i hear a symphony)

Day 10: I’m not innocent (But I’m more than where I’ve been)

Day 11: Is this real life? (Or is this just fantasy?)

Day 12: I’m an exception (It’s hard to accept)

Day 13: I make a fist and not a plan

Day 14: Don’t you go overanalyze (No need to theorize)

Day 15: Promise in the dark (You’ll be my nightlight)

Day 16: That Now I’m In A Whole New World With You

Day 17: Stuck inside of four walls, how long can it last?

Day 18: only thing that burning when the nights grow cold

Day 19: you might think that you can hurt me (but the damage has been done)

Day 20: tears running dry, shattered inside, but i still gotta smile

Day 21: I hold hands with cosmic entities

Day 22: and tell me what you see, a picture perfect hero, but you’re no god to me

Day 23: You are everywhere (Like wallpaper in my mind)

Day 24: Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

Day 25: Didn’t make sense not to live for fun

Day 26: It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures

Day 27: Open your eyes, look up to the skies (and see)

Day 28: I’m not sorry for what will come (What you don’t know)

Day 29: I try to escape the afterlife (I try hard to get back inside your arms tonight)

Day 30: Oh my love, I know im a cold cold man

Day 31: Home Is Where The Sentient Cube Is

@lokigodofaces :

The Tesseract is intrigued by Loki, but they both are wanted by Thanos.

A whole fanfiction, very short chapters.

Day 1: Space, Day 2: Loki, Day 3: Silver, Day 4: Magic, Day 5: Solitude, scared, Day 6: Grass, Day 7: Sabotage, Day 8: HYDRA, Day 9: Servitude, Day 10: Superior, Day 11: Ocean, Stars, Supernovae, Day 12: Speechless, Day 13: Subjugation, Day 14: Invasion, Day 15, Glow, Day 16: Photon, Sacharine, Day 17: Vault, Day 18: Warmth, Sexuality, Day 19: Scepter, Day 20: Sanctuary, Day 21: Heart, Day 22: Shadows, Day 23: Broken, Sucess, Day 24: Light, Day 25: Survive, Day 26: Never, Day 27: Hope, Day 28: Mind, Day 29: Sand, Day 30: Sinking

@worstloki​

Most of their work are headcanons and drabbles. Check out the tags and notes since people colaborate to expand their amazing work.

Space

Tesseroki but make Loki a cube

What does tesseroki say about you

I’m blue (Dabadee, dabada)

Cats! but better

I need some space

It’s a while later; their legs have moved up from the floor and are now entangled in the middle of the couch. Tess’s knitting is nearing completion when Loki shifts, repositioning his legs. She looks up.

Just in time to glimpse a crimson, almost invisible, hidden between Loki's stringy curls almost imperceptibly. For the tiniest of moments she thinks she's—(how a human would say)—seeing things, or making it up, or, just, you know, been knitting for too long— 

Because the next second, as Loki finishes shifting on the couch and adjusting his long legs between hers, the blood—because that's what it was, the deep, dark red—is gone. Invisible, again.

Now, if Tess were mortal, if she had blood running in her veins, this revelation would've caused a rather dramatic effect of all colour rushing out of her face and leaving her breathless. But she isn't, so.

So, she gasps, feeling like her world was shaken out from under her feet and turned upside down, like she's floating in an emotion-filled void; and of course, the slightest of noise she makes attracts all of Loki’s attention.

“Tess?” he asks, concern lacing his expression.

Tess hates now how she hadn't voiced her fears, scratched that itch—not because they've come true, but because she could've found out earlier (could she? would Loki have told her?)—hates how Loki had to hide it in the first place. How she didn’t know about the awful pain he must have been suffering. She’d seen blood. What else was there? Under the illusion?

“Under your hair. You’re hiding your—you are in pain,” she says, her voice trembling and quaking (she's always been rather sensitive)—“You’re hiding—there’s blood under—”

Her voice breaks as Loki flinches.

It’s minute, like the flash of blood she’d seen.

It’s enough.

She hates how tears have begun to form already, how her vision's blurring, Loki's features obfuscating. She raises a trembling hand to wipe them away angrily and scrambles off the couch, moving closer to him. “Loki,” she whispers, sitting beside him. And then, louder, firmer: “Show me, Loki. Please.”

Loki stares at her, his green eyes assessing, his lips pressed into a thin line. “You will hate even the sight of them,” he says finally, his voice very very low.

“No, I won’t,” Tess says gently. “Loki. You are in pain. How long have you been hiding it? Ever since you arrived here? Or even more?” Her face contorts into an expression of hurt. Why didn’t you tell me? “Loki, just—I want to see it. I want to help you. Please allow me to, Loki.”

He stares at her for a few moments again. She thinks he's going to deny.

He doesn't.

Instead raises a pale hand to lift his hair, revealing a set of bruises, wounds and cuts scattered on the tender flesh of his neck.

Tess gasps.

Dried blood and peeling skin, yellow pus and purpling bruises sully his pale skin. Thick, angry impressions, wrapped around the back of his neck, amidst the wounds, like... fingers.

“Oh, Loki...” she whispers, her eyes unable to stop roving over the grave injuries. Burns. Cuts, partly healed. Violet splotches. A crimson branding mark. Smudges of blood, a violent red.

Loki lets go of his hair, bows his head.

“Loki...” Horror and despair renders Tess at a loss for words. It’s... awful, dreadful; indescribable—y horrific. Alarming. So much worse than she expected.

Tess feels suffocated.

Oh, to think of Loki suffering so much... the thought itself is unbearable. She swears, her fists curling into a fist. Yet the evidence in front of her, of the evil committed in the Titan’s—no. Of the evil created by him and promulgated within his 'sanctuary'—it’s maddening.

Rage swirls within her like scotch in a tumbler, even as she feels helpless, in a way she’s never felt before.

Tess looks at Loki. He paints such a sorrowful picture, she thought. Head bowed down, the hair hiding his face, his shoulders drooped.

He didn’t deserve any of it.

Nobody does, do they?

She reaches out to touch Loki’s hair, ever so gently, her fingers caressing through coarse strands.

I’ll kill him, she vows silently, her fingers trembling. Everyone who did this and him. They will pay.

“Is there more?” It’s hard to say the words. “Down... below the—on your back?”

Quickly, her mind starts to think of any and all cures present in her home. It whirls and swirls, thinking of the numerous plants growing in their garden. They’d brought mortals home before. Refugees, people running from wars, travellers...

“Most of them have healed,” says Loki, his voice slightly distracting. “It is only in the sensitive parts that the injuries remain unhealed and raw.”

She’d treated before. A long time ago, but there were books on healing... somewhere in the second branch of the house, near Mind’s room...

“Oh, well. I have a solution for that. But first,” Tess bends down, stares straight into Loki’s eyes, “will you let me heal you?”

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Loki’s hands shook. This can’t be possible this can’t be possible this can’t be possible-

“Loki?” Tess asked, and Loki quickly shoved his hands behind his back. But Tess was an Infinity Stone, you cannot trick him. “Loki?” He asked more worriedly, placing a hand on Loki’s arm.

Loki crumpled into his touch, placing his forehead on Tess’ shoulder.

Tess wrapped his arms around him, “What’s wrong?”

“My magic… it’s gone .” His voice cracked on the last word, and he buried his face deeper into Tess’ shoulder.

“How?” He asked, confusion lacing his voice.

Loki shrugged, “Yesterday Amora cast a spell upon me, I had not known what it did at the time, but I suppose this must be it.”

Tess glowed brightly, “I will kill Amora.”

Loki raised his head, “No!”

Tess looked at him confusingly, “Why not?”

Loki gazed into his love’s eyes, they were filled with concern and anger. Despite the fact Loki had loved Tess for many years, he still wasn’t used to how much Tess cared about him.

“Amora and I may fight now , but we were friends.” Loki said determinedly, holding Tess’ gaze.

Tess shook his head, “Why do you care so much for the ones that harm you?”

Loki smiled self-deprecatingly, “Sentiment.”

Tess sighed, placing his chin on Loki’s head and wrapping his arms tightly around Loki. “I will not harm Amora, unless she harms you so greatly I cannot help you.”

“So you will help me?” Loki asked hopefully.

“Of course,” Tess said softly, placing a light kiss on his forehead, “I will always help you.”

Loki felt tears fill his eyes and held Tess closely, love filling his chest. “Thank you.” He said quietly, saying everything he couldn’t.

Tess hummed and held Loki tight, he didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to, as his magic filled the empty hole in his chest where Loki’s magic had been. Saying everything that Tess didn’t.