“Once upon a time there was a handsome prince and he was known all over the land for his wit and intellect.”

“What was the prince’s name?”

“Loki.”

“But that’s your name!”

“Yeah, well, I am a prince –”

“For real?!”

“Yes, for real.”

“Whoa …”

“Do you want me to continue or not?”

“Yes, sorry, of course …”

“Well, then. The prince has always been brave and a little mischievous –”

Before Loki is able to continue, though, another voice next to them suddenly pipes up, wondering, “Whatcha doing there, fellas?”

Mobius.

He looks down at the scene – Loki sitting on an armchair in the common area while Casey is lying next to him on the couch, a blanket spread above him –, both confusion and amusement on his features.

“Loki is telling me a fairytale,” Casey explains, his demeanor as sunny as ever.

Mobius blinks. “And why exactly?”

“Because I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately,” the man continues. “Hey, did you know that Loki is an actual prince?”

Mobius chuckles at that. “Yeah, I might have heard about that.”

“Are you a prince as well then?” Casey gasps as realization catches up with him. “Because you’re married and all.”

Loki can’t help but notice Mobius brushing over the ring on his left hand on instinct hearing those words. He doesn’t even seem to register the small gesture while Loki smiles to himself and glances at his own ring on his finger. It still feels new and exciting, even though it has been close to a year now. Or whatever is equivalent with that time period here in the TVA.

“Well, I don’t know,” Mobius answers, laughter in his voice. “Loki, am I a prince?”

“You are whatever you want to be, darling,” Loki responds. “A prince, a king, a god. I will make it all happen, just say the word.”

Mobius’ face softens for a moment. “I think I’m just fine being a little analyst.”

Of course he is. Loki didn’t expect anything less.

Casey, meanwhile, nods as though this all makes the most sense. “You’re a great analyst, Mobius.”

The agent smiles at the man. “Thank you so much, Casey. And I’m sorry to hear you’re not sleeping well lately.”

“It’s alright,” Casey says. “Loki’s gonna help me out.”

“Oh, I’m sure he will,” Mobius laughs before he steps closer and presses a tender kiss to Loki’s temple. And then adds, quietly so that only the god is able to hear him, “When you have finished putting the kid to sleep, you should come to bed as well. I don’t want to miss you for too long.”

The heart in Loki’s chest jumps. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long. My fairytales are legendary.”

And so he continues to tell Casey about princes and knights and dragons and soon enough the man is snoring peacefully into his pillow.

Mission accomplished.

When he crawls into bed next to Mobius only fifteen minutes later, the analyst puts his book aside and asks, “So, do I get a fairytale as well?”

- unconstructive

- inefficient

- establishes a poor self-mage

Instead, say: “I’ll get that blasted blue rodent!”

- confident

- shows initiative

Robotnik: we need to find Stone

Sonic: how are you going to find him?

Robotnik: I had him microchippped years ago

Sonic:

Knuckles:

Tails:

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

Doofenshmirtz!!!!!!

The absolutely pervasive mentality that unwanted criticism or critique shouldn't be given and should be ignored is why fans of color don't stay in fan spaces.

And I am not going to mince words here:

A lot of you are racist. A lot of your fan works are racist.

That might have been difficult to hear. And if it was, you should probably reflect on why that was.

"Fandom etiquette" has created a space where fans of color either bite our tongues and eventually leave or say something, get dogged on, and then eventually leave.

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