#mobius salt

[nikkoliferous]

Mobius M. Mobius Shut the Fuck Up Challenge

The TVA, Mobius and Banality of Evil

Mobius Is Loki’s Slavemaster, Not His Friend

Mobius Is A Terrible “Friend” to Loki (And So Is Sylvie)

How the Audience Was Primed to Love Mobius at Loki’s Expense

The Moral Bankruptcy of Framing Mobius As Loki’s “Friend”

Try to Imagine ANY Hero-Coded MCU Character Getting the TVA Treatment

Torture Is A Valid Form of Therapy, Yes?

The Real-Life Effects of Framing Mobius’s Torture of Loki as “Therapy”

Loki (2021) Has Some Fans Literally Defending Slavery and Torture

“Love Bombing” With Mobius

Therapy vs. Torture

Loki’s “Therapy Sessions” With Mobius Were Literally Torture

Mobius Is Not and Never Was a Good Person

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#the big damn loki (2021) sucks compendium #loki (2021) #loki tv series #into the larryverse #anti mobius #mobius critical #anti lokius #lokius critical #mobius m mobius shut tf up challenge 2k21 #mcu #mcu salt #tw: abuse #tw: torture

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Sylki antis really be like "omg the character who was established to be a mean asshole thinks their relationship is weird, we won so much besties". Negative media literacy.

Brad looks like the coppiest cop and I bet his playlist is full of Five Finger Death Punch. Exactly the kind of person whose judgement you should accept without question *sarcasm*. (I associate that band with assholes that called me slurs, LOL).

Dude makes jabs at Loki about imprisoning again ("I'll get you a looser suit next time"), not having a rank there, being a villain, and his mother (berserk button).

In S1, when Mobius is calling Loki a cockroach and accuses him of being a degenerate, it sounds A LOT like right-wing rhetoric, especially directed towards a canonically queer character. Like I know they're talking about the fictitious concept of variants (And Sylvie and Loki look NOTHING alike, and I think it's impossible all variants share DNA with Tom Hiddleston's Loki), but it seems rather allegorical in that manner. This isn't surprising in a fascist organization.

#brad wolfe #mcu!x-5 #hunter x-5 #mcu!bradwolfe #mcu!loki #loki series #anon asks #mcu!mobius #loki season 2 spoilers #loki spoilers #sylki #salt

[one-half-guy]

I think '06!Silver, Rivals!Silver & Archie!Silver should all tag along to throw IDW!Silver in situations™.

And get some popcorn to watch how he deals with them.

Just for funsies.

#silver the Hedgehog #Archie sonic #idw sonic #idw sonic salt #fans don't look... #i guess it applies #idk #but 06 would totally call Ifrit of 'light Iblis' or 'diet Iblis' #and for sure Rivals would think Infinite as an overkill situation™ #just for Archie say 'no no no' *opens a portal to Dark Mobius* I'll show you what overkill really means

[lokiiied]

so i watched haunted mansion (not my review but)…

i texted my friend “lakeith and owen are giving gay uncles and im living” and not even 5 mins later lakeith called him baby TWICE (no, i do not recall him referring to anyone else that way except maybe? his dead wife) said - and i quote - “let’s do this, baby” before owen confesses something (unfortunately not that), lakeith reassures him that we he needs him and then says “cmon, baby” and owen goes “im gonna need a drink”…so yeah. i had fun.

#anyways if you want more fun gay uncle mobius you should watch this #also the cast ?? #hasan minhaj winona ryder and dan levy all had cameos #it wasn’t *good* good but like #silly goofy yk #i enjoyed it at least but im also like really depressed so #take this with a grain of salt #haunted mansion #lakeith stanfield #owen wilson

[iorast]

// fixing tags pls hold

#» but your mouth can do it better than some god who don't speak { mythology } #» the gods are such petty fools none more so that me { comics } #» all of me is a prayer in perfect piety { desires } #» i screamed for gods who never really loved me after all. { musings } #» it's not fair it's not fair how much i love you. { fauxbius } #» i am burdened with glorious purpose { pics } #» we’re not doing ' get help ' ... { crack } #» death himself laughed with the cruelty of ancient stars when he stole you away from me because he how much i loved you. { sigyn } #» did you ever love her? do you know? or did you never want to be alone? { sigyn } #» if you break the world what’ll you miss ? { tva verse } #» you’re a natural disaster; she’s the apocalypse. { sylvie } #» i've won his favor { grandmaster } #» i hope i was your favorite crime { mobius } #» ash & fire / storm & salt / wine & blood { valkyrie } #» nobody lives forever - your mother said - nobody should live that long { frigga } #» for even kings of winters and wars have hearts / have loves / have summers { fandral } #» i assure you brother the sun will shine on us again { thor } #» he is an apocalypse wrapped in wolf fur { fenrir } #» you could watch the planet spin or you could help set it ablaze { jörmungandr } #theres more but man this is long

[percheduphere]

CONSIDER:

Mobius visiting Loki everyday, or what counts for "days" in Yggdrasil. Each time he visits, he brings something to entertain Loki with since Loki must keep the branches of time within the safety of his hands.

One day, Mobius brings a chess board. Loki moves his pieces with magic.

The next day, Mobius brings ice cream.

But Loki can't feed himself. Unperturbed, Mobius leans against the arm of Loki's throne. "Let's take turns, then."

He takes the first lick before holding out the cone. They discover Loki is partial to sea salt dark chocolate.

The day after that, Mobius brings books and reads to Loki chapter after chapter, making funny voices for each character in the story. Loki wrinkles his nose with laughter.

On Midgard, Mobius picks up guitar. Turns out he's a quick study. Loki's heart stumbles when Mobius sits cross-legged on the floor, singing an overplayed classic out of tune.

Over time, Mobius leaves more and more things behind. A chair, a blanket, a couple mugs, some picture frames, flowers in a mason jar. The knickknacks collect until Loki's throne starts to look more and more like home.

Loki gets nervous. He worries Mobius will tire of this arrangement eventually. Who could possibly love someone who cannot move?

After Mobius sleeps over for the first time, Loki scoffs and says, "You can't hang around here forever! Feeding me, reading to me, singing me soppy songs, and telling me corny jokes ... It's all a terrible burden, isn't it?"

"'Burden'? What do you mean, 'burden'?" Mobius chuckles. "Everything you said, well ...

#i am seriously THIS close to writing fanfic #THIS close #loki #mobius #lokius #loki season 2 #loki series #fanfic idea

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

"Sonic vs. Tails - The Ultimate April Fools Battle"

AO3 link if you'd rather read it there ;)

6:38 a.m.

Early on a Monday morning, Sonic awoke to a rocking sensation. For a moment it was nice, soothing even, and he thought perhaps he'd fallen asleep on a hammock or something.

Except, it was in fact not soft fabric beneath him, but wooden boards.

A faint smell of salt alerted him next. Then a strong gust of wind. Then the cry of a seagull.

A seagull?!

His eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright, panic immediately flooding his chest upon seeing a huge mass of water all around him. He found himself sitting in a wooden fishing boat, smack dab in the middle of it.

He jumped up to his feet with a squeak of true fear, wobbling as the rocking of the boat nearly made him lose his balance.

He raced to the pole where the sails were attached and jumped onto it, full-body clinging to it with both arms and legs. "HOW IN MOBIUS DID I GET OUT HERE?!" he yelled indignantly, as loudly as he could for having just woken up.

A snicker sounded above him, and he jerked his head up so fast he nearly got whiplash.

And whom should he see perched atop the sails post but his little brother, Tails, his namesakes waving around and mischief practically written all over his face.

"Happy April Fools," the smug little fox greeted him, still giggling.

Sonic relaxed slightly, but shot Tails a feigned death glare. "It's on," he shot back, unable to hide a smirk.

-

8:23 a.m.

He had to be subtle about this. Tails was obviously very well aware what day it was. He had to be sly.

So, for his first prank of many, Sonic ran out to buy a cheap whoopie cushion, then slipped it in the Tornado's cockpit, at a perfect angle so Tails wouldn't see it until it was too late.

He was pretty proud of himself for keeping it cool, going on runs and swinging back by the workshop every few minutes to see when Tails needed to go out for a flight.

Except it was taking too long.

If he didn't get that over with, all his time to come up with more pranks for the day would be gone. And that simply wouldn't do.

"Hey, Tails!" he called from the roof, where he'd been leisurely lounging for the past five minutes. "Wanna go for a shopping run?"

After a pause of silence filled only with the sound of some metal clanging, Tails called back, "For what? I thought we were stocked."

"No, we need more— flour." He quickly improvised, having not actually checked the pantry beforehand.

"Why do we need more flour?" Tails sounded both distracted and confused as he continued whatever he was clanging around with.

"Because bread." Sonic flipped onto the ground and leaned his head through the window. "We should make bread."

Tails finally pulled back his goggles and shot him a look. "Why do you want to make bread?"

"Don't question it, Tails! Why can't I be allowed to wanna try new stuff?"

"Because it's April Fools, that's why." Tails smirked and pulled his goggles back down, studying the chunks of metal he was abusing. "There's probably a prank waiting for me at the store or something."

Sonic clasped a hand to his chest dramatically. "You seriously think I went and sabotaged public property just to pull a prank on you?!"

Without missing a beat, and without shifting his eyes from his work, Tails replied, "Yeah."

Sonic huffed and crossed his arms. "Well, I didn't. And the only way for you to see that is to come on shopping with me. I'll even let you pick the store so that you can be sure."

Tails looked at him, arching a brow and resting one hand on his hip. "You're so random," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "You realize you can go shopping by yourself, right?"

"Well, sue me for wanting to spend time with my darling little brother," Sonic pouted, trying his best to pull off a puppy-dog-eyes look.

"Since when did you become so clingy?" Tails laughed, finally setting aside his things and flying over to the window.

Finally!

"It was inevitable. You're too loveable." Sonic yanked him into a hug, right before letting him start flying towards the Tornado.

"I don't know whether to feel touched or suspici—" Tails abruptly broke off as he hopped into the cockpit, and the whoopie cushion immediately squeezed beneath him, filling the air with its awful sounds.

His face went beet red for a moment, then he closed his eyes and sighed. Sonic had already fallen over laughing, tears springing to his eyes at Tails's expression.

"Bread, huh?" Tails sounded way too calm as he turned to face his brother, but there was a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"You bet!" Sonic laughed. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's go get flour!"

Tails picked up the whoopie cushion and hurled it full force at the hedgehog's face.

-

8:52 a.m.

After the whoopie cushion incident, Tails forced Sonic to go out shopping anyway. He even managed to trick him into thinking he was doing it as an apology.

Oh, was that poor hedgehog mistaken. He was so in for it. Tails had sent him out shopping— alone— so he could set up his revenge prank.

He decided to go with a simple one. Perhaps he would save the more intricate and wild pranks for later in the day.

This one would still be personal, though.

Barely suppressing a little cackle of glee, Tails snatched a large bottle of clear super glue and generously poured it all over the welcome mat at his front door. This glue wouldn't fully dry for another twenty to thirty minutes, and since Sonic was only getting one thing from the store, he wouldn't take nearly that long.

Sure enough, five minutes after he'd laid the prank, he heard the distinct BOOM in the distance of his brother's impending arrival.

Tails already knew Sonic wasn't going to notice the glue. If it wasn't immediately obvious, and he wasn't in danger, he didn't pay attention to detail like that.

The door handle jiggled for a moment, then was followed by a banging on the door. His muffled voice called, "Tails, if you're gonna send me out to buy stuff we don't actually need, the least you could do is leave the door unlocked for me to actually give you the stuff we don't need."

"Oh, dear chaos!" Tails called back, deliberately sounding way too dramatically surprised. "How did the door lock itself?!"

It didn't matter if Sonic caught on. If he was banging on the door, it was too late for him.

"I don't like your tone, young man." Sonic definitely sounded suspicious, and Tails could barely suppress his triumphant laughter.

"Sorry, Dad." With a snicker, he unlocked the door and swept it open, where he found Sonic standing with a hefty bag of flour, shooting him a look.

He was standing right in the middle of the super glue puddle.

"Seriously, bro? Locking me outside? That's the best you g-GAAUHH!" Sonic broke off as he tried to take a step forward, only to pull the entire doormat up with his foot and lose his balance. He tried desperately to right himself, but only ended up pinwheeling his arms, losing his grip on the bag of flour, and falling square on his chest. A second later, the bag of flour came down on his head and immediately popped open upon pricking his quills.

After the flour dust settled, the two brothers looked at each other for a solid ten seconds, the younger standing tall with his arms crossed and a smug smile, the older slumped on the ground, covered in flour to the point of looking like a ghost, glaring daggers.

He sneezed. "That was low. I like my kicks."

"They'll be fine," Tails insisted, brushing off the flour that had drifted into his fur. "I've got a solution that'll cancel out the glue."

Sonic shook himself off, then stood up and sneezed again. "You owe me twenty rings for the waste of perfectly good flour that we didn't need."

Tails stuck his tongue out at him, then started blowing the spilled flour out the door with his tails.

-

9:35 a.m.

Sonic took a shower after the flour incident, and he made it quick enough so that Tails didn't have any time to try anything more on him, since he was still cleaning up said flour.

Once he'd gotten out and dried off, Tails brushed past him into the bathroom, and a few seconds later he heard the shower start up again.

No way there was this golden opportunity just dangling in front of him . . .

Grinning, Sonic first went to the kitchen and hit the switch for the power hose. Next time Tails went to wash the dishes, he was in for a little surprise.

Then, very quietly, he nudged the door open to the bathroom (where Tails was still in the shower), reached in, and flushed the toilet.

A second later, there was a high pitched "Yipe!" and one very startled, very wet fox kit scrambled out of the tub at the suddenly freezing water.

Sonic heard his name screeched furiously from over his shoulder as he laughed and booked it for the front door, only to catch on the doormat and faceplant the sidewalk, his socks now stuck in the super glue still coating the mat.

-

10:14 a.m.

He deserved this fate, Tails claimed.

"It's called revenge!" Sonic yelled through the door from where he lay on the ground outside in the yard. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge! Can I have the anti solution for the glue now?"

"Nope," Tails called back.

"C'moooon. These are my last clean socks, I can't just take them off and put on dirty ones. Do you want me to defile the house with smelly feet?"

"Ohh, manipulation. That's a new one!"

"Tails!"

"Just wear flipflops. Or go barefoot. I dunno."

"I don't like flip flops!" Sonic squirmed onto his side. "And I don't like being barefoot! Running barefoot is painful!"

"Ah, well. Guess you'd better apologize for ruining my lovely shower and forfeit all your desserts to me for the next three months, if you ever want to run again."

"Sorry, who was being manipulative?"

"You were!"

Sonic huffed. "You know, I could just do laundry. Yeah. Do laundry and be free."

"Wow!" Tails sounded way too amazed. "That's so genius!"

"I'll wash all my socks! I'll wash all the socks!" With caution, Sonic forced his way back onto his feet, then hopped inside the house, doormat still attached. "I'll be free in a matter of . . . hours." He frowned. "Hey Tails, can dish soap clean clothes? And how fast does a fur dryer dry clothes?"

Tails was standing in the kitchen, pouring the remains of the flour that hadn't touched the floor into a canister. He eyed his brother for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "There's one way to find out."

Without thinking, Sonic broke into a relieved grin and started hopping his way into the kitchen. "Good, because if I have to be stuck like this for one—"

He turned the faucet on, and immediately a powerful spray of cold water shot out at his face from the power hose. He yelped and sputtered, immediately switching it off as he suddenly realized he'd fallen for his own prank.

Or, more likely, Tails had seen right through his prank, and had made him fall for it.

Sonic looked down at him, water dripping down his face and off his quills. Tails had lost his cool composure and was doubled over, squeaking with laughter.

-

10:30 a.m.

"I deserved that one," Sonic grumbled, toweling off his face.

Tails sat beside him on the porch, eyes closed in smug contentment as he brushed out his tails. "Yes. You did."

Sonic turned and grinned devilishly. "You realize this isn't over, lil bro."

Tails turned a fanged smile right back on him. "Far from it."

-

11:04 a.m.

Sonic burst through Amy's door and immediately said, "Ames, I need a favor!"

Amy nearly jumped out of her skin, dropping her paintbrush onto the carpet. She sighed, but picked it up without complaining, set it on the ledge of her painter's stand, and gave him her attention. "What's up?"

"Sorry for that," he said quickly, then added, "Could you make a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but like, make three of them with raisins instead?"

Amy wrinkled her forehead even as she smiled. "Wait, what? Why?"

"It's April Fools. I need to get back at Tails."

"Oh, no." Amy laughed as she stood up and started heading for her kitchen. "What'd he do?"

"Oh, many things." As Amy set to making the cookies, he told her all about the events of the day so far. He told her about the pranks on both sides, just to keep it fair.

Amy was aware of their April Fools traditions. The same basic thing had happened the past two years as well.

It had been last year that they learned the hard way not to prank Knuckles. Or Shadow.

"You should really learn to bake," Amy commented as she eventually pulled the batch out of the oven. "It's really very fun! And satisfying."

"You know what'll be satisfying?" He snickered. "The look on Tails's face when he thinks he's gonna taste chocolate and tastes raisins instead!"

Amy shook her head with an amused sigh. "That too, I guess."

They hung out together for another twenty minutes or so, then Sonic bid her farewell and took off back to the workshop.

-

12:22 p.m.

Tails had resumed working on whatever project he'd been doing earlier that morning.

"Yo, Tails!" Sonic raced into the room, holding the container of cookies. "Amy made us cookies!"

"Ooh, she did?" Tails immediately paused what he was doing and lit up, but then suspicion clouded his face. "Wait . . . what's going on?"

"Bro, it's just cookies," Sonic laughed. "What, do you think they're poisoned?"

Tails kept hesitating, but Sonic could see him scenting the air. Since the majority of them were chocolate chip, he was detecting that— not the few raisins.

"Okay. I'll take one," he finally relented, and Sonic handed him one with raisins.

He started heading back to his project as he took a bite, but immediately stopped in his tracks. Sonic watched him stop chewing and look at the cookie for a long moment, then turn and shoot him a deadpan look.

"You're so mean," he complained, mouth still full with the bite he refused to swallow (he hated raisins). Then he tried to spit it out onto Sonic, who yelped and raced away, dropping the container of cookies on the floor.

Tails picked it up, having already figured out that most of the others were actually chocolate chip. Jokes on Sonic, now he had all the good cookies to himself.

-

1:01 p.m.

Their prank fest had delayed lunch a bit, so Sonic (after eventually returning) told Tails to kick back and relax while he made chili.

Tails seemed a little too pleased with the idea, but Sonic barely noticed, too hungry to care.

As he stirred through the pot, Tails watched him, grinning in anticipation for the meal. Earlier, while Sonic had been lying around the front yard with the doormat glued to his socks and complaining, Tails had switched out the salt and sugar.

Half an hour later or so, they sat down together to eat. It seemed Sonic thought they had reached a temporary truce, but oh, little did he know.

Tails deliberately took his sweet time in spooning the chili onto his hot dog, eyeing his brother in his corner vision. Sonic had made his in no time, digging in with two big bites before Tails had even finished dressing his.

Almost immediately Sonic paused, blinked a couple times, then kept chewing. Then paused again, frowning.

His eyes flicked to Tails, who quickly resumed dressing his chili dog.

Sonic finally swallowed. "That's weird."

"What's weird?" Tails asked innocently, actually being subtle this time.

"Chili tastes more like dessert." The hedgehog squinted at him. "Did you sabotage the chili cans?"

Tails sniffed. "How dare you accuse me."

"Did you?"

"No, I didn't. The cans were sealed, weren't they?"

"Hm." Sonic took another hesitant bite, but stopped again, shaking his head. "This tastes so weird. Have you tried yours?"

Tails shrugged. "Try salting it," he suggested, avoiding the question.

Sonic grabbed the salt shaker and generously covered his chili dog with its contents, then took another bite, only to actually choke over it this time.

"Okay, did you—?!" He snatched the shaker again, shook a little onto his finger, tasted it, then chucked it at Tails, who laughed and dove out of the way. "You switched the salt and sugar?!"

"Well, duh!" Tails switched to hovering over the table, snickering. "There are no truces today, dearest brother!"

Sonic threw the too-sweet chili dog at him next, inevitably splattering chili over the table.

"You're cleaning that up!" Tails called in a singsong voice. "I'm going out to Josef's Pasta Alla Paccico!"

"OH, NO YOU DON'T!"

-

2:10 p.m.

They both ended up eating out at Josef's, and even though they did truly call a ceasefire for a grand total of twenty-five minutes, they split the time between actually eating and blowing their straw wrappers at people, having mini sword fights with the butter knives, and constructing architecture with the plates and takeout boxes.

Needless to say, the only reason they didn't get kicked out was probably because both Sonic and Tails were practically world-renowned.

Not long after they returned to the workshop, Sonic inevitably crashed for a nap. He usually couldn't make it through a day without a nap at some point, which was always unfortunate for him on this particular day of the year.

Tails studied him where he slept, on a branch of the tree in his front yard. He knew he'd been the last one to pull something, but hey, who said they were taking turns?

There was simply no way he was passing this up.

First, he grabbed a sharpie and very carefully drew an elaborate mustache worthy of Eggman across his brother's face. He added a few random smiley faces on his cheek and arms, as well as the phrase "SLO-MO" on one shoulder.

Then he grabbed an assortment of potato chips and began carefully stacking them on his head, in his hands, on his stomach, in an entire tower.

He made sure to take pictures through the whole process, then— leaving him there to sleep, still covered in sharpie and potato chips— flew off to print the photos.

Going above and beyond, he put the printed photos in a fancy envelope, marked them as "priority mail," addressed them to Sonic's post office box, disguised himself, then dropped them off at the post office.

An hour passed after he had done all that, and Sonic finally stirred awake.

Upon seeing the stack of chips in front of him, he promptly fell out of the tree with a yelp, and Tails started giggling.

"What did you do to me?" Sonic whined, brushing all the crumbs off his head and chest as he stood up, still groggy.

"You think that's bad?" Tails teased. "Go check the mirror."

A look of horror filled his brother's eyes, then he was gone in a flash. Tails kept giggling, and laughed harder when he heard the yell from inside: "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK LIKE EGGFACE?!"

"It's called revenge!" Tails called back gleefully. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge!"

Sonic came storming back outside. "How dare you use my own words against me."

"Sorry," Tails told him insincerely.

His brother scrubbed at his cheek. "How long will it take for this to wash off?"

Tails shrugged. "A couple days, probably."

Sonic's resulting screech was loud enough to startle away all the nearby flickies.

-

4:32 p.m.

Sonic spent at least half an hour in the bathroom desperately trying to scrub the marker out of his fur, but only succeeded in making it fade a little.

"Taking advantage of my sleep cycle," he huffed, reaching out to mess up Tails's bangs from where the fox kit sat on the couch. "So rude."

Tails tried to fix his bangs, while Sonic flopped onto the other end of the couch. "Consider it payback for you dyeing my fur green last year."

"You still looked cool, at least!" Sonic protested. "If Egghead sees me like this, I'm never going to hear the end of it."

"I looked like a lime!" Tails shot back. "I had to hide from society for an entire month!"

"It wasn't a month."

"Three and a half weeks. Close enough."

"Mm."

Tails shot him a look, and Sonic reached over to mess up his bangs again. He was rewarded with a throw pillow to the face.

Sonic threw it back, and it was just about to escalate into a fully fledged pillow fight when the doorbell rang.

Both of them froze, and Sonic zipped away in a flash. "I'm not here! You don't know me! If anyone asks, I'm in Holoska on a nice, arctic vacation!"

"Chicken!" Tails taunted after him, then flew over to the door and pulled it open to find Amy and Knuckles standing on the other side.

(Thankfully, the super glue had dried hours before.)

"Hey, guys!" he greeted them, stepping back to let them in. "What's the occasion?"

Amy said sweetly, "We just wanted to make sure you and Sonic were doing okay!" at the same time Knuckles said, "We came to supervise."

Tails rolled his eyes. "We don't need babysitters."

Amy glanced around. "Did Sonic leave?"

Knuckles frowned as Tails snickered. "I guess he did. He's telling everyone he's going to Holoska."

"You can't stop me!" Sonic's muffled voice shouted from somewhere towards the back of the workshop.

"Nobody's trying!" Tails called back, his voice catching on a laugh. "Just be sure to warn Jari-Pekka about your new look!"

"New look?" Knuckles echoed.

Amy facepalmed. "What did you do to him?"

Tails waved a hand flippantly. "It'll come off in a few days."

"And this is why we thought you two needed supervision," Knuckles groaned. "Today always gets out of hand."

"Do we need to separate you two?" Amy asked, although she was grinning.

Sonic chose that moment to burst explosively out of the closet, zip to his brother's side, and pull him close in a protective hug. "No, don't separate us!" he insisted, forcing a huge smile. "Everything's going just fine!"

Knuckles and Amy took a solid ten seconds to stare at Tails's artwork all over Sonic's face, then started laughing, albeit good-naturedly.

Tails grinned at where he was still trapped in his brother's hold, only to start violently trying to squirm away when said brother slipped a sharpie out of hiding and started drawing his revenge on the fox's face.

-

6:00 p.m.

Knuckles and Amy chose to spend the rest of the day at the workshop with them, just to make sure things didn't get any crazier than they already had. By the time dinnertime arrived, both Sonic and Tails had sharpie all over their faces, although the "art" on Tails's face could hardly be called as such. Because of his squirming during the whole process, it was nothing more than random scribbles of blue in random places on his face.

"Next year I'll dye you blue," Sonic promised him as the four of them had dinner together (after Amy switched back the salt and sugar). "We can match!"

"Pass." Tails swallowed his bite. "I'll just look like some kind of mutant smurf."

Sonic snickered. "All the more reason to do it, then!"

Amy groaned. "Boys . . ."

"Hey, we should rope you into this!" Sonic exclaimed suddenly, staring straight at Amy.

"If you want a hammer to the face next, feel free!" Amy stuck her tongue out at him, although she had to hide a giggle.

"As long as you leave me out of it, do whatever you want," Knuckles put in wearily, sounding much like a parent tired of trying to control his children.

Tails smiled at all of them. Knuckles was right; this day was always crazy, and sure, things got out of hand sometimes. But he had no regrets. It was fun. It was a stupid way of bonding with his brother, and that was something he would never regret.

A Happy April Fools Day, indeed.

#happy april fools! #april fools fic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they're brothers your honor #fic #sonic and tails fic #prank war #prank wars #brothers #shenanigans from start to finish #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #siblings #fluff #my fic #my writing #will rb this on Wednesday as well #april fools #long oneshot #long post #? #funny #silly boys #also on ao3 #will be on wattpad eventually

[lokiusly]

I just noticed that when listening to Loki with Audio Descriptions, the improv like Loki fixing Mobius’s tie isn’t included in the audio description.

I could be wrong so take with a grain of salt. The lapel grab in episode 6 was in the script because it was part of the audio description. So was Mobius lingering at the doorway as Loki walked out to the temporal loom.

And when Loki told Mobius that he could go back to his life as if he never left, and both watch their earlier selves talking: “Mobius looks at their earlier interaction with a twinge of sadness” which could that Mobius was sad that nothing positive or romantic blossomed from the conversation, only more conflict and learning the world was in danger.

The hair and jacket fixing from episode 5 was not part of the audio description.

#who knows if this is right #but it’s still interesting what is transcribed and what isn’t #so if I am right & Loki fixing himself was improv… what was going thro Tom’s mind?? or is it Disney keeping their relationship under wraps? #lokius #loki show #loki season 2 #mobius #loki x mobius #mcu loki #mobius m mobius #loki spoilers #loki laufeyson #mobius and loki

[bonefall]

Hello! I absolutely adore Better Bones despite never reading beyond the first series of Warrior Cats. Last time I checked canon, Bramblestar was a kit that nearly died in a fire. So your canon is canon to me and it’s probably better that way.

I do have a question though. How big do your cats think the world is? The meaningful size of their world is from the Lake to the Forest to the Ocean, but I keep thinking of how medieval peasants sometimes had their whole lives uprooted for a crusade thousands of miles away, and wondering what Clan Cats think the real edges are. Do they see Ireland and France as mythical, far off lands filled with fairytale creatures? Do they know that anything exists beyond the oceans at all? The other side of possibility is that kittypets have given them some concept of human geography, and the cats can tell stories about a land further south than a cat could walk in a lifetime, where the stars are unrecognizable and the very moon is upside down.

Have fun with your worldbuilding!

Clan cats believe that the sky, earth, ground, and aquifers below are actually one big mobius strip, and that existence repeats from top-to-bottom. Water that soaks to the bottom ends up in the sky just as steam rises up to it.

Moles dig down so far that their pelts become gently touched by StarClan, and that's why they're so soft without shine.

The world in a horizontal sense is less important, they don't talk to kittypets very much, not enough for cultural diffusion to take place in regards to human geography. They are blissfully unaware of London, let alone anything beyond the coast of Albion.

The closest anyone's really come to learning more was Heartstar, when she was on her Dovewing Quest, seeing trains and a singing cat. She decided that this was not anything she needed to know about.

SO when they see something like the sea, they believe it's a really big lake. Airplanes are probably birds flying far away. Clan cats believe that StarClan is the greatest force in the world, so surely, wherever they choose for the cats to live must be the most beautiful of all. They're a pretty self-absorbed bunch, but more than that, culturally discourage "wandering" cats!

Depending on where they are exactly (this is why Albion isn't exactly the isle of Great Britain and it's been renamed, I'm shuffling some geography) they may also be able to see part of Wales, Ireland, or the Isle of Man from where they usually collect salt. Which just leads to them believing the ocean is just a big, salty lake, given time.

#if the project ever became original I'd probably make the mountain of the Tribe- #and this new ridge that they're getting over at sanctuary lake- #into something that was once a continuous mountain range #but when Holly Leaves and Dove's Wing faced off Dove picked it up and hit her with it. So there's a flat space where there was once mountai #but if it became original there would also be like. Significant historical changes to the entire world based off that collapse #Like. Post-apocalyptic changes #clan culture #better bones au

[demis-alted]

loki tv show

i want, so bad, at any given point, for mobius to carry loki. in the gay way works, in the not gay also works. This could be lokius or not lokius but i just

.

i need it so much, man. Loki deserves the soft compassion of being carried like a child because he never was a child. And like. Grrr. He had a shit childhood, and hes still canonically in his 20's like, 21-24 range in midgardian years. (Some people say hed be more like 17 but i believe thats less true but im dumb so, take with several grains of salt)

Thats pretty fucking young to "die" two or three times! Thats pretty young to loose both your parents, find out you were kidnapped as a baby and deal with everything else! and loki was raised as a prince. Hes shown to have been butting heads with thor always, especially when it comes to the rights of the throne. and so, logically speaking,

he would be trying way too fucking hard, from way too early on, to try and beat someone to a throne he would never even be able to get! so hed just be trying and trying and trying forever for nothing! do ya think theres time for childhood despite that?

HELL FUCKING NAH. he thinks grapes and nuts are desserts! This man, has no sense of what it means to be a kid. He thinks trust is exclusively for children, he said that!

i sincerely doubt, loki has been held, like properly held, in a thousand years! Witch is most of his life considering he's ball-parking 1057-1070 years old!

he needs to be held. He needs to be shown the warmth and compassion that one would give to a child. To someone that they really fucking adore.

he needs to be held by mobius, thank you and goodnight.

#loki #loki season 2 #lokius #loki season two #rant post #daddy issues #mommy issues #trauma

[flowersbian]

i joke and all but the genuine fucking anger i feel at marvel right now. one the one hand i did NOT expect any canon kiss. on the other hand, are they joking with their sylvie shit?! mobius is 100% a contributor to loki's character development; in fact, he is crucial to it, and was even BEFORE Sylvie was revealed. i love sylvie. i HATE marvel so passionately right now i don't know what to do with myself. they are spouting such bullshit. i don't give a shit about them vetoing romantic lokius, necessarily; it's just salt to a wound. but framing the series like it was always all about sylvie?! come the fuck off it. it's so fucking far fetched. the fucking writers somehow ruined their own fucking characters. it is so fucking FRUSTRATING. jfc. i need to go cool off

#loki #lokius

[iorast]

// tag drop two: relationships

#» i hope i was your favorite crime { mobius } #» it's not fair it's not fair how much i love you. { fauxbius } #» did you ever love her? do you know? or did you never want to be alone? { sigyn } #» you’re a natural disaster; she’s the apocalypse. { sylvie } #» i've won his favor { grandmaster } #» ash & fire / storm & salt / wine & blood { valkyrie } #» nobody lives forever - your mother said - nobody should live that long { frigga } #» for even kings of winters and wars have hearts / have loves / have summers { fandral } #» i assure you brother the sun will shine on us again { thor } #» he is an apocalypse wrapped in wolf fur { fenrir } #» you could watch the planet spin or you could help set it ablaze { jörmungandr } #» falling in love with magic is one thing / falling in love with a magician is another. { stephen } #» but you and i / we will survive (the wolves won’t eat us tonight) { vali & narfi } #» you’re a superhero in slow-motion / you’re a story from the ancient ages { herosquandary } #» haunted by the ghost of you { mr. tesseract }

[taraljc]

Loki finale spoilers ahead!

I've seen people talking about Loki 'undoing' Sylvie's kiss. The can't see the big picture because they don't understand causality. Here's why.

Loki didn't undo anything--while he retains all of his memories from each timeslip, no-one else does. Those are self-anulling tangent timelines that Loki and only Loki experienced.

The Sylvie we see at the end of the series is the same Sylvie who kissed Loki then kicked him through a time door then killed He Who Remains and took his TemPad and started her new life in Broxton in 1982 on her branched timeline. She never bought Loki a bourbon in her local. She never traveled to Pasadena in 1996 and told Loki that sometimes breaking some things is the only way. She never watched the life she knew vanish in front of her eyes while Lou Reed sang about Jimmy Brown.

He Who Remains had no idea that they had had the conversation about the Loom's failsafe before--or any of the thousands of times Loki timeslipped into that moment to try to stop Sylvie. He won't be reincarnated again. His circle has finally been broken. His story has finally, definitively ended.

The Mobius who saw the life he had never lived with Sylvie in Ohio in 2022 never had the conversation with Loki about his inability to kill a child to save thousands and the scar tissue that allows him to continue living with the burden. But after eons of being a fly trapped in the amber of the TVA, Mobius can now be a part of the flow of time. He'll live the rest of his life free. His clock has started ticking again, and he'll finally have another birthday, find more white mixed in with the grey. He'll live.

As far as linear time knows, events played out exactly the same as the first and only time Timely's temporal aura unlocked the blast doors. That was the moment Loki returned to and rewrote the ending of the story--which became the beginning of the story. Because the MCU has always existed in a multiverse. Because this Loki Who Remains--our god of stories--exists outside of time.

For everyone who believes the waters of Mímisbrunnr are salt from Loki's tears of sorrow and loneliness aren't seeing the big picture.

He is not alone, and he never will be, because he is connected to the entire multiverse from the beginning of time to the end of time and every second in-between.

For all time. Always.

#all the headcanons ever #loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers

[sunflowerdigs]

I know some insider sources have said that Mobius isn't in Deadpool and I should probably just believe them so I'm not disappointed. But also, man, I would love it if Mobius came back in DP 3, discovered Loki was alive in Yggdrasil, and offered to stay with Loki at the end of time. Bonus points if Deadpool finds Mobius on the timeline, whiteknuckling it because he's trying to both get over his grief over Loki and find his place in an unfamiliar world. Extra bonus points for an after credits scene of Loki and Mobius sitting next to each other bickering.

It would be such a nice, sneaky way to make Lokius canon. Because even if they never kissed, he'd basically be taking over Loki's wife's position from the myths. It's hard to argue that "just a friend" would sit with another friend for eternity.

Idk. Screenrant recently published an article claiming that Mobius was confirmed for DP 3. And while Screenrant is definitely a source you should take with HUGE grains of salt, it's weird that they would use that language if it isn't true, because saying "rumored to be in" is so easy and doesn't impact clicks.

#lokius