Westwardly Witch

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BTHB Prompt Fill - Delirium

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Churned this one out today. I’ve missed writing

Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), MCU

Characters: Loki, Mobius

Relationships: Loki & Mobius, Loki/Mobius

Additional Tags: POV: Mobius, Episode: s01e02 The Variant (Loki TV), TVA | Time Variance Authority (Marvel), Developing Relationship, Canon-Typical Banter, Loki Whump (Marvel), Non-Consensual Drug Use, Delirium, Caring Mobius M. Mobius, Literal Sleeping Together, denial is a river in egypt, Looking at You Mobius, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Not Beta Read

Summary:

“You’re the one who runs off and picks fights. Trust is a two-person job.”

Loki readies to speak, halted promptly by the buckling of his knees. With a swear, Mobius darts out to catch him, but only succeeds in slamming his hand against the wall, the space where Loki once was decidedly empty. He looks down. Whoops.

“You okay?” Mobius asks, tentatively.

“Fine,” Loki groans from his heap on the ground. He drags himself against the wall. “You will never speak of this again.”

“You’re the one who runs off and picks fights. Trust is a two-person job.”

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OR: Loki turns up missing in the TVA. As his responsibility, Mobius is forced to find him, but Loki's sudden decline in health becomes a bigger issue.

Today i have a snippet from the Starstruck fic Im plugging away at. Its also ended up longer than I expected it to be

"What am I supposed to do with a bouquet of roses?" Ryland asked. "Keep them. Put them in water. Let them remind you of me. Eat them if you want. Fun fact, the petals are edible," Tom suggested. "Really?" Ryland raised an eyebrow. Maybe Tom was smarter than he gave him credit for. He certainly didn't expect a fun fact from him which actually was kind of fun. He'd have to fact check it later but he stored it away with the rest of his fun facts. "I also brought dinner in case you wanted more than just rose petals," Tom said, opening the bag and pulling out two take out bowls of Ramen from what looked to be a very high end restaurant.

I'm so close to the end of this fic, I'm sad and excited at the same time.

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“I’ve never danced with another man before,” Rick said quietly. Stede stayed quiet. “I suppose you’ve done so plenty. What with Blackbeard and Izzy Hands.” “Izzy doesn’t dance,” Stede said, not sure if Sam said anything about his leg to Rick and not wanting to be the one to give away that piece of information. “I’ve only danced with Edward once.” “So, I’m in rather exclusive company,” Rick said with a grin. “You are.” “And what must I do to win the honor again? Contrary to what people might think, I do pay some attention to things. I see you aren’t as interested in this as I am. So what must I do to win your heart? And don’t say to spare Ocracoke, it must be done. It’s the only way to make the waters safe for those who just want to live away from society. Which, I suppose, was the whole reason your story appealed to me from the start. I must have seen another like myself and simply hadn’t realized.” “A man on the verge of ending it all just to escape a life he hated?” “No. A man who would never be happy in a married state. At least not to a woman.” Stede arched a brow, and Rick grinned shyly. “You know it’s done, I’m sure. Between pirates, at least. They call it a matelotage.” “I’m aware of the concept,” Stede said flatly. “After the other day, when you pointed out that men like us could never have the life we want on land, I started to think that maybe staying at sea is the ideal. Because, as you said, anything goes. So I thought, perhaps, we could commandeer a ship, perhaps this one, and fill it with men who are like-minded, or at least open-minded- someone needs to sail it, after all. And we can live on the water in the sort of bliss that we have been entitled to since birth.” “Like the masquerade orgy,” Stede said, realizing only as Rick blushed deeper that he’d emulated Izzy by mistake.

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More Loki and mobius

#second eps will always be famous 💕

Thanks for the tags @inkmortal-trash389, @westwardly, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, and @mobiusismycomfortcharacter!

I spent the last few days finishing up the new chapter of WHTP, so there's not much new that I can share, but have this tiny little Eddie/Volt/Reader moment I jotted down several months ago. I don't even know if I'll ever expand on it or not, but I do enjoy the self-contained scenario here 👀

When Volt spoke up again, his voice was calm on the surface, but it was the thinnest veneer; you—knowing him as well as you did—could feel the violent storm brewing just beneath his words. "And were these physical advances welcome?" It was the final link in the chain keeping Volt leashed. The only thing keeping the man Eddie had pinned against the wall alive. You understood this perfectly well. Looking the trembling man dead in the eyes, you answered Volt. "No."

justletvoltkillaguy.doc

Sillies :3

I'm back with some Stratt Tapes. I swear I'm making progress on it, I just write slow and have been working on other things. It's up to 4k though now, which is a lot for me

The camera angle changed once more. She was no longer outside the Hail Mary but in the lab again. Grace had collected samples of the astrophage into petri dishes and was conducting experiments. Stratt was no scientist but she had spent so much time pouring over science reports and watching Grace and the other scientists work that she did recognize a bit of what he was doing. By comparing the samples to each other, he was trying to first determine if there was a difference between the two. There was not. They were the same coming and going, which could only mean that something was preventing the astrophage from breeding or leaving the planet. Which was the same conclusion Grace came to a moment later. Stratt looked at the report on the Taumoeba. They must have been what prevented the astrophage from getting out of hand at Tau Ceti. A predator for astrophage. It worked well enough for Tau Ceti but stories of cane toads in Australia came to Stratt's mind. She needed to be certain this was safe and that they wouldn't need to then find something to kill off the Taumoeba later on, like a horrible reenactment of the nursery rhyme about an old woman who swallowed a fly. The last thing she needed was a new alien problem to solve.