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vogelspinne · 10 months

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#vashwood #nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #wolfwood x vash #trigun stampede #oops forgot to post this here

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bisclavaret · 10 months

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my comic for @worldbeyondzine a transmasc sci-fi anthology zine!!

#comics #sci fi #lgbtq #transmasc #trans pride #pride #oops forgot to post this here #my art #this was so fun to do!!#love these guys 💕

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beyhr · 1 year

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ready for nightmare night? 🌙✨

#mlp #my little pony #twilight sparkle #my art #halloween #oops forgot to post this here

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solvskrift · 6 months

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go ahead, bury me | loki & mobius stumble into the wrong timeline

whumptober prompt no. 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.” | debris | pinned down | “It’s broken.” also on ao3!

Loki - the other one, the one holding that damned scepter - ran a finger down the line of Mobius’s jaw.

The Loki who currently had his arms twisted up behind his back by this universe’s Corvus Glaive renewed his struggles. “Don’t touch him.”

Corvus gave his arm another vicious twist, and Loki - the real one, the proper one, he thought uncharitably - felt his shoulder scream in protest.

‘Other’ Loki smirked at his counterpart, tilting his head in a way that suggested he was observing a mildly interesting specimen. “What is his significance to you?” he asked, flicking his gaze from Loki to Mobius and back. “I admit, there is a certain…quaint charm about him. He might make a good pet, I suppose.” He chuckled, low and vicious. “Now, if that’s the case, I could perhaps see how you might be one of my - variants , did you call them?”

Loki worked his jaw, muscles bunching under his captor’s grip.

Mobius caught his eye. Gave an infinitesimal shake of his head, and Loki could practically hear him saying, ‘ Don’t do anything ridiculous, Merlin.’

Loki swallowed. “Let him go,” he insisted, drawing on all of his control to keep his voice even, “and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Loki - ” Mobius began to protest but was cut off by Other-Loki giving his hair a vicious yank, forcing his neck backward and exposing his throat.

“You speak when spoken to, mortal,” he hissed, and released Mobius just enough that he wasn’t staring at the ceiling of the ship. He turned his attention back to Loki. “An interesting offer…”

He paused, considering.

“Anything I want?”

“Yes,” Loki said, involuntarily lurching forward. Corvus wrenched him back. “Yes, I swear it.”

Other-Loki hummed. Then smiled. “Pathetic,” he said, and thrust the sharpened end of the scepter into Mobius’s gut.

“NO!” screamed Loki, struggling so fiercely he could feel his joints straining, popping.

“Oh, dear me.” Other-Loki allowed Mobius to drop to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been snipped. “I think I broke it.”

Mobius let out a horrid, awful wheeze, wet with blood and bile. His eyes found Loki’s and fluttered, attempting to focus.

‘Don’t do anything ridiculous, Merlin.’

In his head, he heard Mobius laugh - that small, genuine laugh he always hid behind a fist when Loki had said something, done something he couldn’t resist.

Loki’s vision blurred and his limbs began to shake.

This was not happening.

He would not let it.

It was barely an effort, a whisper of a thought, to allow his growing horror, his rage to twist in on itself. To let the connection to Yggdrasil he had carried within his body since birth to draw on the power for which it ceaselessly called out, the power he had been taught and trained and lectured into fighting against every second of his fraudulent life. It burned him from the inside out, flowing through every atom of his being until he could feel it licking along his skin.

Distantly, he heard Corvus shout as if in pain. Through the haze of his vision he caught just a glimpse of Other-Loki’s face, etched with surprise and perhaps a little fear, before Loki screamed, a wordless cry of sheer agony, and let go.

The energy exploded outward, blasting his surroundings with an unstoppable wave of utter destruction. It burned like the center of a star, gold and green and terrible, and then it was gone as quickly as it had come.

Corvus was lying at an odd angle at the other end of the room, his spine broken over a steel beam. Proxima had tried to run. Her eyes were still bleeding out onto the floor.

Other-Loki hung from the wall, impaled on his own scepter, eyes wide and blank and staring.

Loki barely spared them a glance.

He knelt next to Mobius.

His eyes were closed. His chest still rose and fell in tiny, faltering movements.

Gently, very gently, Loki slipped his arms underneath Mobius’s legs and back and lifted him into the air, gathering him close to his chest.

“I have you,” he whispered, a profound calm soothing his heart as he stepped carefully over the strewn bodies and debris. “Don’t worry, Mobius. I have you.”

He called up the image in his mind of an opening to a world path and, with Mobius secure in his arms, stepped through it onto Yggdrasil’s branches without once looking back.

#whumptober2023 #no.5 #lyric #debris #pinned down #quote #marvel #loki #lokius #fic #non graphic violence #solv fic #oops forgot to post this here

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t-eyla · 1 year

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Title: Transformation [Work in Progress] Fandom: DMBJ Characters: Xiao Hua, Hei Xiazi Relationships: Xiao Hua/Hei Xiazi Rating: TBD Chapters: 3/?

In this version of events, Xiao Hua returns alone from the depths of the abyss.

Angst, Temporary Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tentacles, Angst with a Happy Ending

Beijing gets dark early in the winter.

Xiao Hua watches as the room gradually loses light. The shadows in the bookshelves get darker; the light from the window turns yellow, then orange, then gives way to the artificial street lights reflecting off of snowdrifts piled high along the sidewalk.

Eventually, the room is as dark as night-time Beijing allows. Xiao Hua can make out the elegant outline of his reading room furniture, can glimpse a fleck of colour here and there where light from the window catches the spine of a book. He keeps his breathing slow and doesn’t move. His hand is resting on his thigh, loosely curled around a phone.

Much later, it rings. The display lighting up disrupts the room’s anonymity. He accepts the call. “Is it done?”

“It’s done. No hitches.”

“Good. Give the transfer twenty-four hours to go through. Once you have it, don’t call me again.”

“No reason to. Pleasure doing business.”

The line disconnects. Xiao Hua picks up a wire from the side table. The phone’s SIM card tray jumps out with a click. He takes a lighter from his inner pocket, ignites the oil lamp that’s the side table’s centre piece. The plastic of the SIM card curls as it hits the flame, the metal cracking.

<<READ ON THE AO3>>

#heihua #heihua movie #mystery of the abyss #xiao hua #hei xiazi #oops forgot to post this here #my fic

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muuku · 3 months

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