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𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐬 / ... intro. visuals. playlist. pinterest. 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐦. 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐮𝐬 / ... intro. visuals. playlist. pinterest. 𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 / ... intro. visuals. playlist. pinterest. 𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 / ... intro. visuals. playlist. pinterest.
˗ ˋ * 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 ﹕ @devilheld
there’s excitement in the unknown that shadyside brings, though this new adventure is not without consequence. jo march misses her sisters — she misses marmee, she misses laurie. she feels smaller in a town where she knows few names, however there’s one familiar face as she makes her rounds at the bonfire. a shorter girl with golden blonde locks and an upturned nose — jo’s sister. as soon as she spots her, she bounds toward her with a smile on her face, enveloping the girl in a warm hug. “ amy ! ” she exclaims, “ i didn’t know when i’d see you again, or even if i would ... ” her voice trails off before pulling away. she knows she shouldn’t dwell.
˗ ˋ * 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 ﹕ @arrvw
she’s surveying the crowd with a cup of beer in her grasp, the air thickened with smoke from the bonfire’s flame. it’s her first august in shadyside, and whilst she’s enjoying the spectacle of the night, she’s having a hard time understanding the occasion. “ is the bonfire meant to celebrate ... halloween ? ” she starts, head tilting with a furrow of her brows. “ it’s strange, isn’t it ? it’s only august. ” she’s always loved the summer — it reminds her of her childhood, and weekends spent at the beach. she won’t rush it away before its time is due.
˗ ˋ * 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭 ﹕ @decadcnce
she’s stood in the doorway of newt’s bedroom, head resting against its frame with a small pout on her lips. she drawls out a small sigh to get his attention before speaking up, expression fading into her best convincing grin. “ please tell me you’ll come with me to the bonfire tonight ... i think i’ll just go mad if i stay inside this weekend. ” jo’s craving adventure, to say the least, and she reckons to bonfire’ll be a good way to break up the normality of the routine she’s gotten stuck in.
was that josephine march ? i just saw the 25 year old wandering around sunnyvale at fier street, and i could have sworn it was anya taylor-joy instead. last i checked, she was in little women, how did she end up here with all her memories ? i’ve heard she’s very independent, driven, outspoken, and proud — but she’s always reminded me of books filled with notes and annotations, etchings carved into tree trunks, and rings of coffee stains on notebook paper. i wonder if she saw the witch too.
˗ ˋ * 𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡.
* amy has had archie in her life for as long as she could remember . they lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, hung out around the same people . she never looked at archie as anything other than a friend until one day . . . that changed . something about him was different or maybe it was just her seeing him with different eyes . she didn’t quite know . but what she did know was that when she was around him, he heart fluttered & palms got sweaty . and that’s exactly what happens when she spots him sitting down, clearly with his focus somewhere else . the youngest march wipes her palms on her jeans before sneaking up behind archie, covering his eyes . ❝ guess who . and don’t get it wrong because you’ll hurt my feelings . ❞
he could recognize her by touch alone, honeyed voice only validating what he’s already surmised. amy march, one of his closest and oldest friends, the girl who’s consumed enough of his waking thoughts this summer that he could only suspect it’d be her reaching out to him. “ hmm, ” archie’s voice trails for a moment, feigning consideration as if he couldn’t guess it from the first word she uttered. “ is it ... vegas ? ” he jests, playful tone unable to stifle a huff of laughter falling from his lips. his hands lift to meet the girl’s, gently tugging them down before he tilts his head up to meet her gaze. “ i’m messing with you, ames. ‘course i know it’s you. ”
˗ ˋ * 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫.
‘ archie ! ’ there’s a little hop that comes from the blonde before she BOUNDS towards her best friend , white shoes making a pitter-pat on the ground before she practically jumps into his arms , wrapping her own arms around his neck . ‘ please , please tell me you know who i am . it’s been so weird , cheryl didn’t recognize me and i almost missed her roasts . ’ that didn’t last long , though .
the arms of a stranger wrap around archie’s neck, and it takes a moment to register what’s happening before he pulls away to stare at the blonde with furrowed brows. “ i’m sorry, uh, ” his voice is quiet. he doesn’t know why, but he somehow feels like he’s letting her down. it’s ridiculous, considering he doesn’t know her ... but something feels off about it all. “ i think you have the wrong archie ? ” he tries to give her a smile, wondering the odds of another person in sunnyvale sharing his name. surely there aren’t many other archie’s.
was that ron weasley ? i just saw the 25 year old wandering around shadyside at fier street, and i could have sworn it was rudy pankow instead. last i checked, he was in harry potter, how did he end up here without any memories ? i’ve heard he’s very reliable, pragmatic, stubborn, and irascible — but he’s always reminded me of an unmade bed, rusted chess pieces, crisp autumn leaves, and a wool sweater with his initials etched into it. i wonder if he saw the witch too.
˗ ˋ * 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧.
while loki was still uncertain as to why they were here, and the purpose behind it all, it was much easier to focus on things that they could control right now. in this case, it was seeking out people that they knew were likely to be around this place. thor, of course, was the very first thought in their head despite every single effort so far to find their brother striking out. loki knew that it would only be a matter of time before they were both reunited, and they were hardly going to stop searching through this town. the other person loki sought out was mobius – mobius, who saw them. knew every little detail of their life, both the good and the bad, and somehow still accepted them for who they were. who are you? those words still rang in loki’s ears no matter how much time passed by, that ache within his heart only spreading. they would find their mobius no matter what it took.
and, after much effort, it seemed that loki had finally managed to do so. at least, that was what they were hoping for. loki didn’t think they could take another heartbreak of the agent not knowing who they were, not after everything that had happened. silently, they eyed the man from across the street, debating exactly how to approach this. but, when in doubt, just do what seemed to be the best bet. so, loki found their feet taking them across the street towards mobius, heart picking up speed the closer they got. “mobius.” calling out the agent’s name, they rushed forward quickly, emerald eyes sparkling with hope. please, please be his mobius. hands reached out, grasping hold of the man’s shoulders. “tell me you know who i am.” // @falseqods
it’s become routine — the monotony of paperwork and phone calls, irritated guests and always something wrong with the inn’s damn maintenance. his lunch break is a solace, and today, mobius really needs this. it’s been particularly long and arduous, and he’s looking forward to a quiet, thirty minute date with a garden salad and a can of josta. he’s walking to his favorite lunch spot to pick up his meal when the other approaches him. it’s a quick interaction, not one that mobius overthinks. blue hues travel to their grasp on his shoulders — intimate for a stranger, but who’s mobius to judge ? they’ve got an accent — british, he assumes. he’s always heard europeans are more physical. eyes then flicker to their face, the blond letting out a quiet but disgruntled sigh. there’s a strange familiarity to it all that mobius hardly acknowledges, for he doesn’t recognize them — not their raven hair, or emerald eyes. it’s a striking look, but not one mobius remembers. there’s a single, plausible explanation to it all. “ look, man, this is my only break today ... if it’s a problem with the inn, can it wait ‘til after lunch ? ” his tone is spent, though still friendly. it’s only natural he assumes the other knows him from sunnyvale inn — the place that’s all but consumed mobius. he doesn’t think to question how they know his name — he’s gotten used to people addressing him by the tag on his shirt. it’s a part of the uniform.
was that archie andrews ? i just saw the 23 year old wandering around sunnyvale at the bright side cafe and diner, and i could have sworn it was michael evans behling instead. last i checked, he was in archie comics, how did he end up here without any memories ? i’ve heard he’s very tenacious, valiant, impulsive, and clumsy — but he’s always reminded me of crushed coca cola cans, untied shoelaces, and a crate of second-hand vinyl records. i wonder if he saw the witch too.
was that mobius m. mobius ? i just saw the 35 / 100+ year old wandering around sunnyvale at the sunnyvale inn, and i could have sworn it was sam claflin instead. last i checked, he was in the marvel cinematic universe, how did he end up here without any memories ? i’ve heard he’s very loyal, phlegmatic, sarcastic, and naive — but he’s always reminded me of piles of redacted files, a cassette tape with the film ripped out, and static playing on a vintage television. i wonder if he saw the witch too.
OWEN WILSON as MOBIUS M. MOBIUS in Loki (2021)