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fuckin-sick-bih · 6 months

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Burning Ice

Fandom: Marvel: Loki (TVA era specifically) Summary: Loki is feeling a little overworked and under the weather... and then he really takes a nose dive. Not to fear, the TVA's best agent is on the case! CW: s2 spoiler mentioned in passing but not discussed in depth mess (spray), handkerchief, fever, whump, negative self-talk, Jotun Loki, crying (I feel like I'm missing tags, let me know if I can do better!) Word Count: 2223 words MINORS DNI Author Note: Blue Loki makes an appearance... This is very much a fever fic with snz IMO so... do with that what you will. Translation: "Streð mik" means "fuck me" in Old Norse, according to my 5 minutes of internet searching.

Standing before the beverage machine, Loki rubbed scathingly at his temples, which quickly turned into a rub of tired eyes. With work at the TVA piling up, Loki began to feel significantly less and less God-like. He sniffed and turned the dial on the blasted machine for a cup of tea for something to soothe his aching throat. It had been like this since he woke up this morning.

Dry, aching, scratchy. He turned his head to suppress a slight cough into his shoulder as the drink machine sputtered out the last of his black tea. It was nothing like the luxurious herbal remedies of home, but it would have to do. He pushed back his long, dark hair from his face and turned to head back to his cubical with the cup in hand.

Loki eased back down into the desk chair with a little sigh through his mouth, not currently trusting his nose. It had been rather congested since this morning as well. He sipped at the tea, grimacing when it tasted like half-flavored leaf water and moved a few files to set down the cup.

The steam still coming off the cup had gotten his nose running, however, and with the runes blocking his magic now broken… He summoned a handkerchief in a small flash of green and instantly felt like he’d run a mile. A little gasp was punched out of him, and he slumped in his chair, clinging tight to that handkerchief he’d conjured. Delicate with green and gold embroidery.

“You doing magic over there? Thought we agreed that was for emergencies only?” said Mobius suddenly.

For a split second, Loki gathered the soft cloth into a tight fist to hide it from view as he glanced up only to find Mobius hadn’t bothered to poke his head over. He must have only noticed the flash of green from his magic. Perceptive, Loki would indeed give him that.

“Just a small charm, I assure you. Nothing nefarious. I just-” Loki abruptly cut his sentence short as he felt a burning tingle in his sinuses. No. This was absolutely not the time for this. It didn’t seem like his body cared much for his whims at the moment, however, as he sucked in a sudden and sharp hitch of breath. “J-huh-! H’TSHue!”

In an instant, the handkerchief flew to his face to try and catch the spray. “Pardon me,” He mumbled, giving a little sniff and wiping as he spotted Mobius now pop up like Rattatosk the squirrel.

As he balled up the handkerchief once more in his hand, Loki sniffled and reached for the still-steaming cup of tea. All the while, he could feel Mobius’ eyes on him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. “I believe the phrase is take a picture; it’ll last longer.” He scoffs over the top of his cup before having another sip of the disappointing liquid.

“You’re sick,” Mobius says, blinking a few times at Loki, who stubbornly meets the agent’s gaze only to find… concern.

“I’m fine,” Loki assured him quickly and set down his cup to resume his lengthy dig into all the paperwork he had left to finish.

While Loki may not have been directly watching Mobius, he was privy to every movement of his coworker from the corner of his eye. The silver-haired man had moved out of his cubical to stand at the edge of Loki’s. “Like the time you were time slipping kind of fine?”

Now Mobius was leaning on his desk, invading Loki’s personal space in a sense, and the god reared his head back like a snake.

“It’s fine, Mobius.”

“’Cause you don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine.”

“You look like you’ve been hit by a bus. No offense.”

An exhausted little sigh slipped out of Loki, who pinched the bridge of his nose. This time, Loki’s voice came out softer, with less defensive venom. “I’m alright, just tired, and want to finish this paperwork.”

Mobius was crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at him. “Alright,” He pats Loki’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before turning to leave. “I’ll let you work on that.” As Mobius was about to round the corner out of sight, he called over his shoulder, “Be back in a little while!”

Loki blinked sluggishly at his coworker’s odd behavior, frankly too tired to think too hard about it. He sniffled again and grimaced at the sound of it now, rather glad to be alone after the wet snuffle.

The realization he was alone now was a somber one. Still, he was grateful in a way. Mobius didn’t have to be around to witness his misery.

His misery seemed only doomed to increase as the tickle in his nose reignited after a quick swipe with the handkerchief. “Hh’etchhue! Huh… hhh-! Ugh… Streð mik.” Loki swears under his breath, bringing the cloth to his quickly reddening nose. Even with the soft handkerchief he’d conjured, the steady sheen of mess around the rim of his nostrils demanded constant attention.

So much so he could barely work. And when he wasn’t working, he was sneezing or coughing into his handkerchief. It went on like that for a good hour or so.

Just as he could feel that tickle starting to swell in the depths of his nasal passages again, making his lungs stutter in their rhythm for a moment, he heard footsteps. Panic flares in Loki’s chest. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed, how little he’d gotten done, how poor the quality of his craft would Odin…

“Hey… Woah,” Mobius had a hand on his shoulder and was turning him in his seat. Mobius. Not Odin, like his mind had been screaming in fear.

Loki rattled out a hefty sigh of relief and sagged a little. “It’s just you…”

Mobius looked perplexed for a few seconds, a steaming travel cup in one hand and a bag tucked under his arm. “Yeah, just me, pal. You sure you’re feeling alright?” One of the agent's hands came up to feel Loki’s forehead. “That’s some fever. When were you gonna tell me you weren’t feeling great?”

A thick, almost gurgling snuffle comes from Loki, and he grimaces at himself before lifting the soft cloth to scrub at his itchy nose some more. “I wasd’t- oh for…” He gives his nose a quick, productive blow into the handkerchief and groans a little afterward. “I wasn’t planning on telling you… I thought I’d finish up here and ride this out somewhere quiet alone.”

The expression on Mobius’ face looked pained to Loki, though he struggled to piece together why at the moment. Different theories danced around in his mind until he realized Mobius was speaking to him. “- take you somewhere to eat this and lay down. How’s that sound?”

Loki gives a slight hum of acknowledgment to agree to whatever Mobius is saying. Trusting that whatever Mobius has in store for him is good news, Loki gets to his feet only to sway slightly. “Woah- I’m alright.” He says quickly, assuring Mobius, who had shot out a hand to rest on his lower back. “What did you say we were doing?”

They were already walking down hallways and making too many turns for Loki’s fevered brain to even begin to try and comprehend.

“Somewhere comfortable for you to rest a while,” Mobius answered him and patted his back a little. “And somewhere you can drink this tea and eat this nice soup I went and got you.” Soon enough, they entered into a comfortable enough-looking room that had a bed. It was similar enough to a plain bedroom with 70’s era-looking TVA technology.

Right away, Mobius went to set down the cup and bag of food before checking the room’s thermostat. “You Norse Gods like it warm, I guess? Or do you have like… an eternal summer?”

The innocent ignorance made Loki smile a little to himself as he moved further into the room, taking it all in curiously. “We have seasons on Asgard, but no… I like it a little colder.” He admits, nostrils suddenly twitching as that tickle rears its head again while his chest swells. “Hh-! Oh, come on, now? R-Realleh’Tshh! Ng’XtSHue! EgH’Tshiew! Huh…”

Loki had been sluggish, and his reaction too slow to cover entirely, misting the air in front of him with his sneezes. “I’m terribly sorry, Mobius.”

“Bless you, nothing to be sorry for. You’re sick.” Mobius waved a hand at him after having set the temperature for the room to be a bit cooler than average. “There. Maybe that’ll help that fever, too. Try the tea. Heard you coughing from down the hall.”

By now, Loki was easing onto the bed to sit and hesitantly reached out to peek into the travel cup. “Trusting you not to poison me.” He jested, raising the cup to Mobius before taking a sip and letting out a delighted groan when the tea tasted divine. Even with his nose practically stopped up, he could taste it. “Mobius, this is fantastic. Where did you get this?”

The agent rocked on his heels with his hands in his pockets, smiling slightly. “Secret little café I know of. The soup is from a place nearby. I’ve been trying to figure out your taste profile. You’re not necessarily a fancy guy, but you’re a quality guy, I think.” The smile on Mobius’ face is almost playful, and if Loki had the energy, he’d make it into a verbal sparring match.

“Perhaps I am. Thank you, Mobius. For all of this.” Loki murmurs quietly and sips at the tea some more, letting the delightfully herbal wave wash over and soothe his sore throat.

Mobius took his hands out of his pockets and sat on the edge of the bed beside Loki. “Y’know, for some reason, it never occurred to me that you could get sick… I just- I guess I just figured you couldn’t.” And the look on Mobius’ face could only be described as… remorseful.

Still, Loki struggled to understand why.

“I got sick rather a lot as a child, actually,” Loki says quietly, not even sure why he’s saying it. Something is making his tongue feel loose, and for a moment, he does wonder if Mobius poisoned him. “Strength is heavily prized where I come from. Strength, health, and physicality… in Asgard and Jotunheim. I was abandoned for being-” The tears welling in his eyes were against his will, and Loki could feel the tightness in his throat as he struggled to breathe through the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

A warm hand reaches out to rest on his thigh and squeezes gently. “For being sick…” Mobius finished quietly as he put the pieces together. It was only then Loki realized Mobius was probably one of the few who had ever bothered to look for Odin, gathering him up as a child on the Sacred Timeline.

“Is that why you didn’t tell me?” The agent asked him quietly, to which Loki gave a slow nod, sniffling against the renewed congestion that had only gotten worse with the tears now streaming down his cheeks.

A bitter little laugh escaped Loki, who tried to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, eyes red from crying, but perhaps also just a shade redder than that. “I’m quite the Jotun runt. So small I fit in with the average-sized Aesir or Midgardian. I mean I’m…” The tears began to redouble as Loki felt woozy, practically hysterical.

Then, all at once, he let the façade drop.

Pale skin drained of any color it had left to a blue hue, and the ridged and raised lines of Jotun markings appeared. Loki fixed a red-eyed gaze upon Mobius, who stared back with those increasingly painfully kind eyes. Part of Loki wanted nothing more than to lash out. To demand to know why he wasn’t recoiling.

“I’m pathetic…” he finished softly.

Mobius scooted closer to him on the bed and wrapped an arm around him, Loki finding himself sinking into that warmth with shocking ease. “If even Gods get sick, then I think we all deserve sick days, huh? How about it?” A warm hand rubbed slowly at his back, and Loki leaned further into Mobius. “I’m not going anywhere, Loki. Just rest. I’ve got you.”

Already, Mobius was gently extracting the travel cup from his limp blue fingers, and Loki was fading against his friend’s shoulder, feeling utterly exhausted and fevered. “Wake me if we get a case…” He mumbles softly. “I’ll be… fine.”

“Okay, Loki,” Mobius said soothingly, gently helping ease him back into the bed to lie underneath the blankets.

Still, a blue hand shot out to grip Mobius’ wrist tightly. “Don’t go?” He pleaded desperately, afraid he’d be left alone now that he was tucked in and settled.

“Hey, hey, I’m not going. I’m right here. Look.” Mobius kicked off his work shoes much like he’d slid off Loki’s and slid right into bed next to him. “See? Right here. By your side.” Their hands clasped together on top of Loki’s slowly rising and falling chest while the God of Mischief sniffled thickly.

“Thank you, Mobius.” And just like that, Loki’s eyes fluttered closed, and he was out like a snuffed torch.

#snz #snzfic #fever whump #fever fic #L/oki #mess #tw mess #handkerchief #whump #whump writing

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soupandtissues · 2 months

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Support Systems

After time slipping again, and again...and again Loki finally fixes the loom and his body shows how much it appreciates everything he's put it through. Thank goodness for friends.

There was a lot of talking in the control room, but no more alarms flashing, and no yelling that everyone was going to die so Loki sat near the steps to the gangway just listening and it was nice. He glanced over to where Mobius was passing around hot cocoa as OB, Casey, and Victor were signing every book they had on each other.

Loki sipped his own drink and it felt good on his throat. It was no doubt sore from the endless times coaching Victor down that gangway, but now they’d done it. Changed the equation and lived to tell about it. Draining the last of the cup he looked out at the tree green and gold, at its trunk, casting shimmering rainbows over the windows. It was beautiful. He smiled, but slumped slightly, drawing his knees up for support, as everything seemed to catch up with him and suddenly he just felt heavy.

“Hey, you okay?” Sylvie asked.

“Just happy it’s over…for now anyway,” he answered, as she sat down next to him.

“Love the new outfit.”

Loki chuckled. “Thank you.”

“You know the offer is still open to conjure me a new one.”

“I’m not sure your manager would want you out of uniform.”

She looked at him confused and he frowned in confusion as well.

“The branches are safe, Sylvie. You can go home.”

“Do you really think so little of me?”

“Since we’ve agreed on nothing since this started I was certain it was you who think little of me-ehh…”

He curled a fist under his nose as his breath hitched sharply.

“Heh’INNGTChh!”

“Bless you.”

“Should we even say that to you?” Mobius asked, joining them on Loki’s other side.

Loki waved them off. “It’s fine.”

The latent itch in the back of his nose told him they would likely be doing it again anyway.

“You're right hope is hard, but maybe we can...replace it with something better…why do I know that?”

“I don’t even remember which cycle that was.”

Now everyone was starting to look at him with curious expressions.

“The loom was meant as a failsafe by He Who Remains to reset everything back to one timeline. I learned to control the time slipping and be able to find a solution to his plan. So it’s possible you can learn it too, Sylvie. Maybe that’s why you remember something I didn’t technically say.”

Mobius eye’s widened in understanding. “That’s why you knew everything you’ve done this before.”

“Just h-how many times have I gone out there?” Victor asked.

Loki just stared out the window and said nothing.

“How many times, Loki?” Mobius asked.

He leaned back closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Countless and I don’t even want to think about the rounds and rounds I did at the citadel.”

“See you soon he said…he always knew what he was doing,” Sylvie concluded.

Loki nodded in agreement before covering his nose as the itch grew once more.

“Huh…huhh hh’ITSCSHhuh!”

The sneeze scraped his throat and he let out a cough, rubbing at his eyes against the pressure that was beginning to build behind them.

“All right come on you know where OB keeps that bed he doesn’t use.”

Loki glanced over to OB and Casey.

“The readings are stable?”

OB nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Okay.”

Mobius got Loki up, then keeping a firm hand on his shoulder began steering him out of the room and down the hall. Sylvie went with them.

“Do I want to know why you know that or why OB doesn’t need it?” she asked.

“The version of me you saw coming out of the elevator that was when the time slipping first began happening. It’s why I knew what to do in pruning myself. Why I knew you were at the TVA.”

“And he collapsed that last time after we had to rip him out of timelines all at once to fix it and after all that he was still only worried about you.”

“Really?”

“I said I just wanted you to be okay. I wanted to make sure you were and you are.”

They arrived at the tiny room and Loki ducked his head into his elbow.

“Huh-ISSSHHh! IESSHUuh! Ehhh…ESSHHuh!”

“You aren’t though.”

Loki shrugged and sniffled. “Small price to pay.”

Sylvie rolled her eyes and conjured a green blanket over his shoulders as he sat down on the bed.

“Yeah well consider Peter and Paul paid in full and relax,” Mobius said, putting his hand back on Loki’s shoulder and squeezing firmly. “We got this.”

“Thank you.”

Mobius smiled and Sylvie did as well and they both left the room.

Loki sighed and slumped forward, clutching the edge of the cot tightly just to make sure it was staying firm and the room wasn’t disintegrating. Everything remained as it should and so he stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes, and at last let himself rest, trusting in them, all of them.

#l/oki #snz fic #torturethegodofmischief

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dizzybizz · 2 months

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captain jasmine "jazz" drake broke into my brain and is now living there rent free help

#i uhm i uhhh i i i #queen too. i was introduced to queen and uh i uhuhm i yeahgh huhuhu #those two get me all giggly kicking my feet yknow #ep91 killed me three times im triple dead can s omeone help im so deep in my riptide fixation istg if i pick up any vocal stims bc of this #istg if i start going lalala. well idk what id do but smth..#just roll with it #jrwi riptide #jrwi jazz #jasmine drake #chip jrwi #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #i got to their big revamped designs yiippeeee #N JAYS MAGI C WING S IM SO HYPE #my art #oki now i need to learn how to draw queen uhm i was scared for their debut bc i knew i would be insane but yeah ok i nee d to go like i nee #to leave i cant hes literally perfect i cant deal with it im gonna cry i l ove her sm istg theyer evertyhtinnhg

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2129888 · 2 months

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my @oofurixmas secret santa gift for @abezer !

you wanted something w/ the guys hanging out outside of school~ i always thought it'd be hilarious for them to all gather up, maybe on a cold rainy weekend, and watch a scary movie together. it's not superrr winter themed, but i hope i delivered something fun for you anyways! ❤️

#oofurixmas2023 #abezer #oofuri #my art #HAPPY OOFURIMAS !! i hope u like it cry cry #sorry mihashi if this looks gay to the viewers #what i hope their expressions communicate:#nishihiro: the devil is real and ive seen him #izumi: L + ratio + not scary + u cannot hurt me in any way that matters #mizutani: call my mommy rn im not kidding/srs #suyama: OMG O_O...gummywurm.. OMG O_0 #saka: (in a little hat) ;-;#mihashi: epic mimis #oki: *resigned 2 death*#taka: (everyone turned down his idea to go over baseball stats) whutever -_- loml in my arms dunt care 凸(-_-)凸 #hanai: bro im not even scared- BUWAOUGH #tajima: weee :)#what scary movie are they watching let me know

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coockie8 · 2 years

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me with my faves

#fandom #Edward Elric #Kidomaru #Kimimaro #Alastor #Shadow the Hedgehog #Danny Fenton #Connor RK800 #L Lawliet #Death Note Near #Okami Oki #Jin Shirato #Pokemon Paul #There are probably more that I'm just not remembering lol #but these are all my faves I headcanon as Autistic in some way #It's almost at least one per fandom lol #feel free to tag with characters you headcanon as Autistic haha #headcanons #autism

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translightyagami · 4 days

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L in Misa's clothes? Being jealous? It's more likely than you think.

YES I am still writing chapters for my kinktober fic. There's, like, a story I have to finish here.

Light's Perfect Plan | chapter 7: possessive

“Turn around now,” L said. “I’m ready for you.” Light scooted his chair around. The false smile he painted on melted away the moment he faced L. Pretending attention proved unnecessary. L’s phone calls returned to him and made sudden sense. Gone was the white long sleeve and baggy jeans – instead, L stood before Light in Misa’s clothes. He wore two pieces Light recalled the model showing off before – a red-patterned pleated skirt and black ribbed pullover, the collar trimmed in fake white fur. No stockings or tights, just L’s bare legs shaved smooth as they’d never been before. Most notable in this costume, however, wasn’t the clothing or his legs but L’s hair. “Do you like it?” L touched his dark curling twin tails, running both hands down their length. “I wasn’t sure what to wear. Amane has so many outfits.”

(L gets jealous that Light is thinking about Misa after she gets evidence against Higuchi. He takes matters into his own hands to show Light that he must not be ignored.)

#death note #lawlight #my fic #light yagami #l lawliet #okie dokie well please be nice and leave comments

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la-hannya · 6 months

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Me and my Beast Boss manga is hitting all my monsterfucker kinks.

Monster husbando who gets territorial when someone touches their human boo? F*ing delicious. Absolutely eating that shit up.

Anyway, volume 2 is out in English finally. Go get it! ❤️

#me and my beast boss #Kemono Joushi ni Jitsuwa Mitomerarete Ita Hanashi #Oki Saki x Atlas L. Mout #monster lover #furry art #monster x human #batb office romance #anthro #interspecies romance #beastman #terato #monsterfucker #manga #fantasy relationships #beastfolk #lion man

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 6 months

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O.O

MARTYN'S THE FIRST RED

AND THEN JIMMY'S SECOND

OOUUGHH I'M GLAD THEY'RE FIRST TO GO FOR LORE PURPOSES BUT ALSO WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP RUNNING MARTYN 😭

The Watchers must really hate him after Limited Life huh :/ o.o

And I mean Jimmy's obvious lol

He's canarying but only after Martyn now lol xD

Martyn just don't steal the final death xd

Honestly if he did it would be wild though

ANYWAY, I need to watch BigB's point of view still but I love that him and Mumbo are the most confusing ones in the server <3. They need to team up and confuse each other, but confuse everyone else even more

Lovely episode, stressful xd

#yes I forgot to make this post yesterday bc we watched l oki right afterwards shhhh #I don't want that in tags so yk a space lol #also I accidentally typed that last confuse as fondue so. there's that #secret life #secret life smp #traffic #trafficblr #the life series #life series #oasis's traffic chatter #mcyt #oasis's mcyt chatter #love y'all 🥰🥰

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pastelaspirations · 10 months

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So, my fren, my buddy, me pal, @inkclover made their amazing OC, Lottie canon. Basically. In that, people are now aware of Lottie's majesty and magnificence because you can see her on Inky's official youtube channel.

THEREFORE. I NO LONGER HAVE TO HIDE MY LOVE FOR LOTTIE. I can share the birthday art I did for Inky months ago without worry of accidentally revealing a wholesome character not meant for public consumption yet. >:D

HAPPY REALLY BELATED BIRTHDAY, INKY, EVEN THOUGH YOU ALREADY SAW THIS.

Now, please join me in the Lottie Fan Club. Our official club activities include swooning over Lottie, making fanart of Lottie and her frens, and flustering Inky with their incredible character design skills-

#fanart for a friend #oc #although not my oc #A fren's oc I am obsessed with #She is amazing okie #She's got a little cat fren who is a sweetie pie #Lottie is the reluctant caretaker/mentor #She doesn't smile much but when she does the room s p a r k l e s #It is canon that she is well versed in chainsaws and beating ya up #Is she cool or what

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deus-ex-mona · 11 months

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it’s ✨okay✨, right~?

#s o rry rant incoming im just. re a l l y crabby after working for 8.5 consecutive hours with no proper break okie~? </3 #ayEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE ADMINS AT MY WORKPLACE CAN GO K I C K R O C K S #their time management is somehow worse than mine and i suck balls at it?????? SJCFJFFHDHHD I THOUGHT Y’ALL WERE BETTER AT YOUR JOBS MANSSSSS #the!!!!! admins!!!!!! sent in over a hundred samples without any info sheets and stuff so the morning shift literally couldn’t get started!!#doing the morning shift’s part of the job was. annoying. to say the least. especially when said work could’ve actually been done (ʘ‿ʘ)#dammit workplace admins you had one job </3 #and n o it’s not to send in the sample info sheet things at the same time as the pm shift’s reporting time </3 #and as if that weren’t enough.. the!!!! admin!!!! refused to go home in the evening?????? and sent in like 80 samples at like 8.30pm??????#and that’s not counting the samples that were yeeted in at 5pm </3 truly sadge #and o f c o u r s e we haaaaaaaad to be short-staffed today lmfao. the two workstations life compels me to lay down on the floor and c r y .#but bc i’m just ✨too great✨ at my job you see (lies) i finished my stuff way too early and had to do other extra tests too s o b s #and that included a test that i don’t fully know how to do (sadge)#well. at least that test involved the use of a microscope. thank you past me for attaining magic skills with microscope zooming and stuff #seriously. thank you past me. i can almost forgive you for choosing to enter the f r e a k i n g ✨s c i e n c e✨ industry of all things #but hmmmmmmm im amazed that i actually managed to finish everything across those two stations. am i too good at my job or ✨w h a t✨ (lies)#but man. m a n. none of this even gets into my secret beef with the data entry admin.#she can’t spell for her life. it s e r i o u s l y grinds my gears whenever i see her spell the word ‘content’ as ‘contant’.#but no. her spelling got on a w h o l e new level of questionable when she spelled the word ‘crackle’ as… ‘cracker’. like??? how????????#and she told me to ask the senior analysts if it was possible to retrieve the results for a test that we’d write the results for ✨by hand✨#from some kind of system????? like i was just so!!!!! baffled!!!! that she couldn’t understand that there was no system to check????#though. hm. i guess saying that i have ✨secret✨ beef with that admin would be an understatement. i think none of the others like her either #but! i do have secret beef with the janitor bc he alwayyys magically appears behind me whenever i’m doing something important/holding acids #well! at least we don’t cross paths when i’m working the pm shift. the janitor dude was spared from my presence for the week lmao #hfhfhfhhfhfhfhffffffff well. m. i’m sorry if you read all that. i’ll be more normal tomorrow i swear!!!! (blatant lies)#i feel like tling something ✨t o x i c✨ to match how im feeling thoughhh… hm. maybe the p a r a s ite chapter from the d*27m annequin anth…?#been thinking about that song lately ngl.. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.#oh wellssssss at least i can try to enjoy what’s left of my long weekend lmaooo goodnighttttt #inedible blubbering

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fuckin-sick-bih · 5 months

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i don't usually write the style of sick fics of like... stomach aches/emeto area, but like... my brain cannot stop thinking about the fact that Mobius M. Mobius probably only knows how to make horrifying 60's 70's foods that he wants to cook for Loki. and Loki at first is says "absolutely not" only to find Mobius later picking at a piece of it by himself. so Loki sits down and has a slice of... whatever monstrosity it is with him and it's not terrible. but it definitely doesn't like Loki. cue guilt from Mobius about "poisoning" a god and a little panic about not knowing how to take care of him in this sense because he's studied Loki! he knows Loki! but this? this is new! so Loki just requests to be held for a while, touch starved trickster he is.

#just bex talkin #L/oki #fic ideas #m/arvel #very brief emeto mention but not description #tw emeto #i'm posting this so if anybody wants to write it go ham! i'm consistently wavering on energy levels rn #also idk how much people who follow me would enjoy a fic like that so if i write it dunno if it'll get posted?#even if there's very limited engagement on stuff i'll usually still post it because it's what *i* wanna write #but mostly its i've never actually tried to write an emeto fic before and i feel like i'd either go Too Hard or Too Soft #not my kink i'm just a perpetually nauseous individual so i don't mind one way or the other #do i use sick fics for character studies? yes. yes i do. what of it?

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soupandtissues · 4 months

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A Cold for Three

Fluffy fic for Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie with some 12 days of Sickmas prompts thrown in for good measure.

A Cold for Three

Sylvie slipped behind the Roxxcart and through a time door into the soft warmth on the other side. She could have gone to a store that wasn’t in the middle of a hurricane, but nostalgia got the better of her, and she blamed Mobius for letting her go soft. Still she took out the medicine she’d bought, in flavours she knew they liked just in case, along with at least four boxes of tissues; spreading everything out on the living room table.

“Sylvie, you’re home early,” Loki said, coming out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, Jack let me go early I…ihh’ISSHhiew!”

“Bless you, and you’re wet.”

There was a flash of green as he dried her clothes.

“I stopped off for some supplies and-ahh-and-ahh’AHISShew!”

“You too hmm?”

She looked at him property then, taking in his watery eyes and red nose and sighed. She had really hoped she’d be the only one.

“You said we were gods, Loki, why do we still have to deal with this?”

He shrugged. “I don’t make the rules of the universe I just keep them running.”

He rubbed at his nose, smiling at the glowing green branches growing in pots and spreading out around the room.

She rolled her eyes and headed to their bedroom. “I’m getting changed.”

Loki went back to the kitchen and checked the pot he had simmering on the stove. Deeming it ready he ladled the soup into three bowls and set them out on the table as well. The steam set his nose running though and he quickly opened one of the boxes of tissues and pressed them to his nostrils as they had begun to flare.

“huhh’ESHHHh! IESHUHhh! Ehh..hehh’HEASSUHuhh!”

As he blew his nose Sylvie returned in her pajamas and smiled at the soup.

“Thanks for doing this, but I still can’t believe you took up cooking, Loki.”

“I have to keep my skills sharp,” he answered, spinning a small blade in his palm before vanishing his daggers once more.

“And make terrible puns.”

“A bad influence of the folksy dope I’m afraid.”

“I heard that.”

They turned as Mobius came in and the familiar orange door faded behind him.

“Uhh’URSSHhuh! MMPSHHShuh!”

Mobius stumbled with the force of the sneezes, barely catching them against his sleeve. Loki held him by the elbow and Sylvie took the tray he had been carrying.

“Ugh, who do we get to blame for this?” he asked, his voice thick with congestion.

“I’m blaming Brad.” Sylvie declared.

“Works for me,” Mobius said, as Sylvie set down the tray of take-out cups among the other items. “I brought tea for you two too.”

“Thank you.”

With all the necessary comforts accounted for the three of them settled in on the couch under a soft green blanket. Sylvie began flipping through channels, everything was available after all. Meanwhile Mobius began talking about his day and a file to check later for a possible Kang variant.

Loki sniffled, letting the moment wash over him. He put an arm around each of them and held them close and knew that even ill as they were he could want for nothing more.

#l/oki #snz fic #we're giving season 2 happy endings dammit!

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