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Hullo! This will not be a spoiler free blog, but spoilers will tagged as Loki Spoilers.
Almost anything goes.
No incest.
Mun is 18+
(WIP because I am brain-dead at the moment lol)
;PSA
THIS MUN ENCOURAGES THE FOLLOWING;Â
you to send me all the memes you like; I may not always reply, and sometimes I will take a while to get to them but never be scared to send memes, even if there arenât from a specific thing Iâve reblogged or we arenât mutuals, memes are open to everyone.Â
you to ask me questions if you like both IC or OOC, & IM me even if we ARENâT mutuals.Â
you to turn any of our memes into threads.
you to send me Drabble or prompt requests.
you to remind me if Iâve forgot about our thread, I wonât be mad. Sometimes I need a kick up the ass.Â
you to throw things at me even if we havenât plotted it, throw starters, HCs you have for our muses, songs you want me to listen to, literally thrown anything you like at me okay.Â
you to never feel like you need to reply or justify why you havenât replied to me. If you donât feel a thread, thatâs cool sometimes it happens. I wonât be offended.Â
you to come at me even if youâre not part of my fandom because I love cross overs. Some of my favourite threads are cross overs.Â
you to have a goddamn good time in this community.
Why did Sylvie send me this
It means I know you are a good boy.
Why do I feel like youâre lying to me?
*small dramatic gasp and hand on heart* I am hurt that you would think that I would like to you.
Maybe just a little.
uh-huh.
Iâm definitely not sharing my pie with you.
Well, maybe I don't want your pie. I have my own pie.
I don't even like pie
Why did Sylvie send me this
It means I know you are a good boy.
Why do I feel like youâre lying to me?
*small dramatic gasp and hand on heart* I am hurt that you would think that I would like to you.
Maybe just a little.
Why did Sylvie send me this
It means I know you are a good boy.
Thor: Loki! Wait I think Strange sent us to the wrong place.
Hodr: How would I know, I'm blind thor remember.
omg.
The dramatic goth siblings showing up 20 minutes late to dinner bc they had to be the hottest person at Wendyâs
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BONUS:
Loki Appreciation Week | Day Three Favourite Dynamic. Platonic Sylvie & Loki
~Michael meets the family~
Guess it's time to meet the two crazy aunts...It's going to be a fun birthday party (and future Thanksgivings...)
Happy Birthday @youn-g-g-o-d !!! â„
Suddenly I have much more family than I accounted for. Two new aunts!
(hi aunt Sylvie @notlxki!)
Hullo Michael. I've heard a lot about you. Um, I wasn't sure what you would like for your birthday, so I got you a dagger, hope that's ok.
*hands Michael a dagger with a dragon carved on the handle, it looks like the blade is coming out of it's mouth.*
Sylvieâs blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. âHe who remainsâ body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.
âWas it worth it?â Came a voice behind her, an eerily familiar voice. âWhat do you plan on doing now? Now this is all over, presumably. Or maybe this is just the beginning? I donât know.
I was coming here to stop you from doing this, but I guess itâs too late now. Maybe I didnât want to stop you, but I was told this wouldnât end well, and, well, either way I guess it doesnât.â
"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."
Sylvie gave a small shrug. âWell, there might be some small differences. Who said we had to take up the mantel anyway? We could just leave? Go and find a nice little timeline for ourselves. They canât all turn out to be apocalypses.â
As she spoke, Sylvie walked over to the window, past the body in the chair, and looked out at the branching timeline.
"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."
âIs it? We only had his word for that. He could have been lying.â Sylvie said, glancing to her other self, before looking back outside.
âMaybe we should just kill all his variants.â She added, thoughtfully. âIf he wasnât lying, it seemed to be only him who caused the wars.â
âWe could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse⊠wars are bound to happen. And even if there isnât, where will we go?â Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. âWe pushed away everyone who cared about us.â
Sylvie sighed. âThere are bound to be places. Doesnât have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isnât that what weâve always wanted?â
âWe could have a lifeâŠâ Sylvie muttered, smiling to herself. Shaking her head she stopped herself. âNo. We canât. We canât just sit by and watch as the multiverse goes into madness. Loki- I mean people,â she says correcting herself, âneed us.â
Sylvie raised an eyebrow, not missing the mention of Lokiâs name.
âLoki can take care of himself.â She said simply. âIt wouldnât surprise me if he was already making a life for himself in a universe somewhere.â
Sylvie smiled sadly, trying to force the tears away. âYeah, probably.â She trailed off before speaking again.
âWhat happened to us? We used to be so young a full of hope. Now look at where we areâŠâ
Sylvie turned to face her other self. âThereâs still hope.â She said, frowning slightly. âThis could be the best thing to happen to the timeline. To us. War doesnât have to happen. And if it does, it doesnât have to involve us.â
âDo you think we could find our family out there? Thor and mother? Surely they would be in one of these timelines.â
Sylvie gave a small shrug. "I would have thought so. Would they know who we are though? Would they believe us?
I must admit, it'd be nice to see mother again, though."
Hello. I have a question for you. -alwaystheasgardking
Sylvie rolls her eyes and turns to Loki. "Yes? What is it?" She responds, exasperated.
@alwaystheasgardking
alwaystheasgardkingâ:
Loki raised an eyebrow at the comment but Mobius didnât make them wait any longer. He looked quite mad and Loki knew why.
âSee? Got the variantâ He tried to joke as the guards attempted to make them separate. Henry, between them, got confused as he looked between Loki and Sylvie again and again.
Sylvie fought back, trying to get in front of Henry. She was starting to regret the decision of taking Henry, knowing all too well what it was like.
âWhat are you going to do to the boy?â She demanded to know.
"Prune him" One of the guards replied quickly. Loki leaned his arms forward as to stop them and tell them to calm down.
"Now, now, no need to be so drastic. He's a kid, he won't remember much. I'm sure we can talk about it first, yeah? I got you who you wanted, didn't I?" He kept glancing to Mobius, hoping the two of them could talk- and that he could convince him...
Sylvie put herself in front of Henry, making sure he also had the wall at his back.
âYouâre not touching him.â She said, before glancing towards one of the guards, calculating if she could take him and therefore, his tempad. Get Henry out of there and somewhere safe.
Sylvieâs blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. âHe who remainsâ body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.
âWas it worth it?â Came a voice behind her, an eerily familiar voice. âWhat do you plan on doing now? Now this is all over, presumably. Or maybe this is just the beginning? I donât know.
I was coming here to stop you from doing this, but I guess itâs too late now. Maybe I didnât want to stop you, but I was told this wouldnât end well, and, well, either way I guess it doesnât.â
"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."
Sylvie gave a small shrug. âWell, there might be some small differences. Who said we had to take up the mantel anyway? We could just leave? Go and find a nice little timeline for ourselves. They canât all turn out to be apocalypses.â
As she spoke, Sylvie walked over to the window, past the body in the chair, and looked out at the branching timeline.
"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."
âIs it? We only had his word for that. He could have been lying.â Sylvie said, glancing to her other self, before looking back outside.
âMaybe we should just kill all his variants.â She added, thoughtfully. âIf he wasnât lying, it seemed to be only him who caused the wars.â
âWe could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse⊠wars are bound to happen. And even if there isnât, where will we go?â Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. âWe pushed away everyone who cared about us.â
Sylvie sighed. âThere are bound to be places. Doesnât have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isnât that what weâve always wanted?â
âWe could have a lifeâŠâ Sylvie muttered, smiling to herself. Shaking her head she stopped herself. âNo. We canât. We canât just sit by and watch as the multiverse goes into madness. Loki- I mean people,â she says correcting herself, âneed us.â
Sylvie raised an eyebrow, not missing the mention of Lokiâs name.
âLoki can take care of himself.â She said simply. âIt wouldnât surprise me if he was already making a life for himself in a universe somewhere.â
Sylvie smiled sadly, trying to force the tears away. âYeah, probably.â She trailed off before speaking again.
âWhat happened to us? We used to be so young a full of hope. Now look at where we areâŠâ
Sylvie turned to face her other self. âThereâs still hope.â She said, frowning slightly. âThis could be the best thing to happen to the timeline. To us. War doesnât have to happen. And if it does, it doesnât have to involve us.â
Loki + dnd spells/cantrips & schools of magic
Sylvieâs blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. âHe who remainsâ body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.
âWas it worth it?â Came a voice behind her, an eerily familiar voice. âWhat do you plan on doing now? Now this is all over, presumably. Or maybe this is just the beginning? I donât know.
I was coming here to stop you from doing this, but I guess itâs too late now. Maybe I didnât want to stop you, but I was told this wouldnât end well, and, well, either way I guess it doesnât.â
"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."
Sylvie gave a small shrug. âWell, there might be some small differences. Who said we had to take up the mantel anyway? We could just leave? Go and find a nice little timeline for ourselves. They canât all turn out to be apocalypses.â
As she spoke, Sylvie walked over to the window, past the body in the chair, and looked out at the branching timeline.
"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."
âIs it? We only had his word for that. He could have been lying.â Sylvie said, glancing to her other self, before looking back outside.
âMaybe we should just kill all his variants.â She added, thoughtfully. âIf he wasnât lying, it seemed to be only him who caused the wars.â
âWe could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse⊠wars are bound to happen. And even if there isnât, where will we go?â Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. âWe pushed away everyone who cared about us.â
Sylvie sighed. âThere are bound to be places. Doesnât have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isnât that what weâve always wanted?â
âWe could have a lifeâŠâ Sylvie muttered, smiling to herself. Shaking her head she stopped herself. âNo. We canât. We canât just sit by and watch as the multiverse goes into madness. Loki- I mean people,â she says correcting herself, âneed us.â
Sylvie raised an eyebrow, not missing the mention of Lokiâs name.
âLoki can take care of himself.â She said simply. âIt wouldnât surprise me if he was already making a life for himself in a universe somewhere.â
How Loki should have ended
Sylvieâs blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. âHe who remainsâ body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.
âWas it worth it?â Came a voice behind her, an eerily familiar voice. âWhat do you plan on doing now? Now this is all over, presumably. Or maybe this is just the beginning? I donât know.
I was coming here to stop you from doing this, but I guess itâs too late now. Maybe I didnât want to stop you, but I was told this wouldnât end well, and, well, either way I guess it doesnât.â
"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."
Sylvie gave a small shrug. âWell, there might be some small differences. Who said we had to take up the mantel anyway? We could just leave? Go and find a nice little timeline for ourselves. They canât all turn out to be apocalypses.â
As she spoke, Sylvie walked over to the window, past the body in the chair, and looked out at the branching timeline.
"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."
âIs it? We only had his word for that. He could have been lying.â Sylvie said, glancing to her other self, before looking back outside.
âMaybe we should just kill all his variants.â She added, thoughtfully. âIf he wasnât lying, it seemed to be only him who caused the wars.â
âWe could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse⊠wars are bound to happen. And even if there isnât, where will we go?â Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. âWe pushed away everyone who cared about us.â
Sylvie sighed. âThere are bound to be places. Doesnât have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isnât that what weâve always wanted?â
Sylvieâs blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. âHe who remainsâ body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.
âWas it worth it?â Came a voice behind her, an eerily familiar voice. âWhat do you plan on doing now? Now this is all over, presumably. Or maybe this is just the beginning? I donât know.
I was coming here to stop you from doing this, but I guess itâs too late now. Maybe I didnât want to stop you, but I was told this wouldnât end well, and, well, either way I guess it doesnât.â
"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."
Sylvie gave a small shrug. âWell, there might be some small differences. Who said we had to take up the mantel anyway? We could just leave? Go and find a nice little timeline for ourselves. They canât all turn out to be apocalypses.â
As she spoke, Sylvie walked over to the window, past the body in the chair, and looked out at the branching timeline.
"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."
âIs it? We only had his word for that. He could have been lying.â Sylvie said, glancing to her other self, before looking back outside.
âMaybe we should just kill all his variants.â She added, thoughtfully. âIf he wasnât lying, it seemed to be only him who caused the wars.â