Those Gay Old Men

Unhand Me | Procreate

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."

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 ?!?🫣🤭

Thanks @kcscribbler, @thosegayoldmen, @elodiah! You're all lovely for continuing to tag me in these posts 🥰

Alright, listen. The last chapter I posted of Who Holds the Power was very painful. I think you all deserve some assurance that there are good feels coming down the line. Not in the next chapter, but very soon! So, have some Eddie and Volt. Finally.

"So," he speculated, giving voice to the inevitable conclusion he came to, "that means you're gonna be sticking around here for good then, huh?" Grateful at how well he seemed to be taking it, Volt offered him a small, tentative smile in return. "I'm afraid so. I don't mean to intrude—" "No," Eddie interrupted, "This is…this is your home now. Just as much as it is mine." It was one thing to say it so bluntly. Actually accepting the absurd reality of what had just happened in the span of the last half hour was…well, it was still sinking in. It had happened, though. Volt was here now. The two of them were apparently connected, for better or worse, and he needed to live somewhere. Whether Eddie was used to the idea yet or not, he knew accepting him into his home was the right thing to do. Besides… "Not like I've never shared my home before," he concluded gruffly, rubbing the back of his neck and glaring down at the bar. He couldn't see the smile on Volt's face brighten with his eyes averted as they were, but Eddie heard it in his voice when he spoke. (Or did he feel it through the connection?) "That's very kind," Volt said, "Thank you." With his eyes still fixated firmly on the bartop, Eddie grumbled an indistinct acceptance as he waved off the thanks. A soft laugh with entirely too much fondness in it emitted from Volt at that, which only made Eddie even more determined not to make eye contact until he was sure he had his facial expression under control.

Writing the two of them being brand new to each other is fucking WEIRD 😵

(Also, when I thought of the moment in that last paragraph—Volt laughing for the very first time, and it being because he finds Eddie so cute and charming—I almost burst into tears with how sweet they are 🥹)

Thanks for the tags @kcscribbler and @thosegayoldmen!

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.

Since my other WIPs are very much in scattered notes and bullet point status, 7 sentences from the fic I just posted instead.

"You gotta stay here with me for twenty seconds, no timeslipping." "…I can't." "Then you're gonna take me with you when you slip next," he says bluntly, and Loki's horrified expression is something he never ever wants to see again. But they still have fifteen-ish seconds, and fear makes the words as real and arresting as the danger itself. "Our temporal auras are locked together now, so where you go, I go. You disappear and so do I. Permanently, in my case."

And we see many many other Loki variants doing their mad max type shit. And they were all traitorous back stabbing kinds.

What if, those varients were removed from their timelines because they're the versions of Loki that betrayed their Thor and never made up for it.

Thank you for the tags, @andthekitchensinkao3 @justabigoldnerd @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @mobiusismycomfortcharacter !

Mobius is awakened, not precisely abruptly, but certainly quick enough to startle him, by a slight thud and sudden weight on his chest that rapidly leaves it with a flutter of shivering paper. "What the — " He stares in groggy bemusement down at the small cascade of file folders and other assorted debris that has apparently toppled over onto the bed beside him. "Were you seeing how many things you could stack on top of me without waking me up?" "Yes," Loki replies absently, engrossed in a file at his left, ankles crossed neatly atop the sheets and brandishing a pencil in one hand. "It is an appalling number, by the way. You really must be exhausted."

(inspiration for this, lmao)

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.

It's Wednesday again! Thanks for the tags @onthewaytosomewhere, @books2beach, and @justabigoldnerd. My news is that I finally officially finished the full draft of High Ticket Attractions, which topped out at just over 40k. Three more chapters to go! Here's a sneak peek of chapter 5, "Shutdown", posting tomorrow!

“I’m coming with you,” Henry blurts, standing before he realises he’s done it. Perhaps understandably, nearly everyone in the room looks at him like he’s lost his mind, except for Nora, who is too focused on Hunter’s computer to pay attention. “Are you mad?” Philip asks, shattering the stunned silence that follows. “What on earth could you possibly offer? Sit down, Henry. You’ve no business getting involved in this.” Henry doesn’t flinch, but it’s a near thing. Instead he lifts his chin and sets his jaw. Maybe he’s not trained like Verdoorn’s men. That doesn’t make him useless. “I can help.” “He’s right on this one, lad,” Verdoorn puts in. “It’s not safe out there.” “I don’t care,” Henry says stubbornly. “I can’t just sit here doing nothing. And if Alex—” His voice fails, but he meets the game warden’s steely gaze and swallows hard. “Please. Let me help.” Verdoorn stares at him for a beat, and then another, evaluating. Henry knows he doesn’t look very hardy, still wearing the nicer linen clothes he’d donned for their low key outing that day, and probably slightly shell shocked from the recent turn of events. He clasps his hands tighter into fists at his side, hoping to hide the way they’re trembling. For a moment, he thinks Verdoorn will hold firm, but whatever he sees in Henry must measure up.

Digging into my old tag list and adding a few new folks because why not, if you've been creating in any way I want to hear about it!! 👇

Didn't pay attention to him once and he started doing this smh

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