Those Gay Old Men

thank u for the tag @blackbirdofasgard and @lokisleftbranch 💖

got abt 5k words of this au now 💖 here's a lil from the very beginning 🤭 technically this bit is canon-compliant/post-canon

It was almost as if he was able to stand with them in those moments, and for a small bit of time, he did not feel alone.

Don playing with his children; Mobius, flying across the surface of the water; standing in the breeze beneath the tree in his front yard, speaking softly to the sky.

Sometimes, it hurt.

But sometimes he found, scattered throughout the timelines, a version of himself who had, against all odds, gotten a happy ending to their own story.

Many of those stories involved a variant of Mobius.

A few of those stories even began with:

"Once upon a time…"

["Wow, and here I thought I was the corny one."]

["Hush."]

Bonus

@rpepperpotshipssciencebros please forgive me for this one

I am alive and have written something finally. Its been a rough couple of weeks over here. Decided to work on the Stratt Tapes for once

The video cut out shortly after that. The end of file screen appeared once more. The room Stratt was in fell back into darkness. It was late and the sun had set hours ago. She would turn in and start the next video file in the morning. She looked out the window at the stars and wondered if one of them was Grace on his way home. He was probably on his way but the Beatle had beaten him home. She would see him again. There were things she had only dreamed she would say to him if she had the chance to see him again. She had no idea what she would say to him when she saw him.

So many tags today, thank you so much, everyone!! @elodiah, @westwardly, @lokisleftbranch, @lokimobius, @themontess, @bayta-darell, and @calif0rnication: you're all lovely 🥰

Some suggestive Eddie/Volt/Reader today, featuring me being incapable of writing porn without feelings lol

thank u @elodiah for the tag! 😍

been trying to get my brain to focus on something besides this au but i havent been successful yet 😅

The Prince dismounted his horse, drawing his sword.

"You will step aside."

"I'd rather die." The words stopped Loki's heart.

"Then die."

In an instant, they stood between Mobius and the blade. A trickle of blood dripped from the sliver cut into their neck, where the swing of the weapon had just barely stopped in time.

at least this one's still going strong(ish) 🧡💚

Been in a writing slump for a while now, as I’m woefully obsessed with whatever Loki’s role in Doomsday is gonna be, and have little room in my brain for anything else. 🫣🫠

But I’m slowly getting back into it, and though it’s far from cerebral, I’m quite enjoying the silliness of this MTH fic I’m working on…

“Don’t panic, Loki,” Mobius took pity on him, patting his uninjured arm from where he sat at his side before Carlton’s desk. “It’s a surgical procedure. She’s not actually gonna grab a hold of your arm and snap it in half.” He hesitated all of a sudden, brow furrowing as he glanced at her. “Uh… are you.”

In a rare moment of expressing anything other than clinical indifference or weary resignation, the doctor snorted in something astonishingly close to amusement… and almost smiled, to boot.

Loki fancied he could practically hear her facial muscles creaking with the effort.

“As much as such a measure would provide yours truly a most unprofessional thrill,” she drawled, “Agent Mobius is correct. It’s surgery performed under anaesthesia, Mr Laufeyson. Nothing barbaric.”

“Says you,” Loki grumbled, not fancying the idea of surgery any more than having his arm violently maimed. “I’d rather take my chances in allowing an unreasonably volatile variant to pummel me with a blunt object once again, to be truthful.”