Thanks for the tag, @elodiah!
My brain kinda stalled out on writing the back part of this week but here’s another snippet of this new Lokius AU. Child of Thanos Loki finds Mobius is acting a little strange.
“In my experience,” Mobius almost whispered, “your kind do better with a firm hand and some ego stroking.” His grin sharpened and Loki felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him. “But if you want a little torture, I’m game.”
He didn’t. He’d had enough torture for several lifetimes. But a firm hand from this man? Loki hated how enticing he found that offer.
I want to [remembers that suicide jokes only further damage my mental health] fuck you like an animal
My own art! Based on what I think he would be wearing(ish) in aevumm
practice sketch
Still chugging away at this self-indulgent “mild Loki whump” fic, which is getting steadily longer and drawn out to the point I’m feeling a certain way about it, d’oh!
Anyway, this is from the most whumpy section, FYI. And is a little more than seven sentences, yet again. 🤭 Oh, and minor TW: mentions of blood… right off the bat, no less.
“The blood, Loki,” Mobius pressed with some urgency, “Is any of it yours?”
At that, he dropped his chin forward, blinking in subdued perplexity as he discovered several splatters of darkening blood marking his pale shirt, like trails of paint carelessly strewn by an artist caught in the throes of zealous flamboyance.
He absently passed a hand over one of them, the dried stain having stiffened the fabric.
A souvenir of your abject failure, a malicious voice taunted, and he raised his eyes to Mobius, merely shaking his head in the negative before looking away.
Mobius seemed to deflate in relief, although Loki couldn’t imagine why. It should be quite obvious that he himself wasn’t harmed, and Mobius ought to be made aware of the far more pertinent fact that three people were dead because Loki had been too weak to…
To…
A sudden vertigo struck him as his heart rate skyrocketed, and he slumped against the wall in a concerted effort to remain upright. With a hitched breath of surprise, Mobius started, launching forward to grasp him by the shoulders.
No-pressure tagging: @kcscribbler , @lokimobius , @in-my-loki-feels , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @insomniaflarrow , @thosegayoldmen , @silentxsymphony , @mirilyawrites , @blackbirdofasgard , @distracteddream , @impulsemuppet , @boredintjqueen
a vampire stroking ur hair as they're fangs deep in ur neck. u agree
That feel when a character that usually wears a crapload of clothes suddenly rolls back their sleeves a bit or unbuttons their collar and you’re like fOREARMS FOREARMS WRISTS THROAAAATTTTTT and it’s like way more erotic than a full-on striptease.
[headcanons] Lokius but its Loki being.. well. Loki.
cut to him in the field, dirt on his face, one sleeve ripped, yelling “GET BEHIND ME MOBIUS” while stabbing a time anomaly with something thats probably cursed
Loki: Fine. I’m staying out of it.
Cue Loki casually materialising in the corner of the room mid-confrontation like, “Oh don’t mind me, Im just a decorative dagger rack”
Mobius is 11 minutes late to their usual meeting time.
Loki: already convinced he’s been pruned, mourning him like a tragic widow, composing a ballad in ancient Asgardian about “a man who smelled faintly of vanilla and mid-century repression”
Loki: I wouldnt waste time waiting.
Cue to Loki literally sitting on top of Mobius’ desk, cross-legged, reading a 900-page time law book by candlelight like a Victorian ghost wife.
Loki, full deer-in-headlights panic, blinking rapidly: Y-you cant say things like that to me, I’m made of trauma.
Loki, five hours later, pacing in his quarters in full Asgardian armor: I could kiss him. Not like I want to, of course, but tactically. For morale. Or espionage. Or-gods, what am I saying-what if I did kiss him? What if I’ve already kissed him in a branched timeline and forgotten it?! I HAVE TO GO FIND THAT VERSION OF ME-
reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.
@ignoct-week day 3.... very late
I've been uhh doing the usual, arting as best I can. the prompt was "cooking together", but I reeeeally didn't want to draw a kitchen lol. So it's just them being cute together. Talkin' about nothing, Noctis being a bit of a nuisance so he can hold his boyfriend's hand. the usual.
I do not know what I'm gonna do for basically the rest of the prompts.... I might just go renegade and draw ignocterators again.
hahaha I need to put together a sketch commission post before Tumblr bites the dust but the stress of that is..... bad..........
knee deep in the passenger seat 🚙
are they… you know… [trying to die for each other while adamantly refusing to acknowledge their feelings] soulmates?
Sketchy sketchy
