#mobius wallpaper

[peachy-ash]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢

[jiyascepter]

LOKI | S2E1 'Ouroboros'

Lockscreens

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[strawberrysnscreams]

I miss them 😔 My favourite elegant goth and divorced dad of two that will forever be separated because of of them is A FUCKING TREE AAAAAAAAAHHHHH

[lalaithquetzallicaresi]

That's Home

@marveltrumpshate

Fanart made for the very kind @t0nystark1er​, who bid for me in the Marvel Trumps Hate 2023. The request was about Loki, and after some consideration, Loki/Mobius, this is what I came up with.

I like how it came out!

[psdiqsz]

Loki lockscreens <3

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‏⠀⠀ ݊ ֶָ֢ 𝟭𝟭:𝟭𝟭 𓂅 թ𐑙ꪖᥙᩛ ꦦ 🖇️ ꩅᦸ ♡

[lokiiied]

made some loki wallpapers…[1/?]

two different filters, also as an iphone user i went ahead and cropped the bottom two for if you’re using it as home screen. idk if it’ll align for everyone, but they’re there!

‼️ lokius art is by the amazing @hansoeii ‼️ and featured tumblr is @detectivehole / @textsfromthetva

likes/reblogs are appreciated if you use these, but not necessary. cheers!

[dcppi]

Flame chaser wallpapers by Hoyoverse!

I’m back baby oh yeah, look at all these beautiful wallpapers i missed, beautiful 🐒

[marvelwall]

[harrowitzer]

Mobius looks away from the report on his screen, up to the clock on the wall by the emergency exit. It takes a moment before the hands swim into focus. Four fifteen. The long, dark tea-time of the soul. Too early to slip out unnoticed, too late to start anything new. He rubs his eyes, which burn from the light of the screen and the flickering fluorescent overhead. He takes a deep breath and puffs out his cheeks as he blows it out, pursing his lips to make a sound like a miniature whoopie cushion.

"Who let the baby elephant in?"

His head snaps toward the owner of the voice. It's Ravonna, standing on the navy-grey speckled carpet outside his cubicle in her stockinged feet, one hand in her cardigan pocket and one holding a steaming mug of tea

Mobius turns back to his desk and collapses his chin into his palm. "Just trying to get these reports done. Seems like I'm behind a desk more often than not recently."

"That's what it's like at the top, Mobius. If you really want that promotion to Research, you gotta put in the paperwork time, just like the rest of us."

"The ole' ladder of success is greased by bureaucratic ink, huh?"

"Sure is. Keep it up, day's almost done." She raises her mug to toast him, then wanders off.

He calls after her, "You know, when I signed up for this, I didn't think the most dangerous part of the job was getting papercuts!"

She gives a laugh from several cubicles away but doesn't turn back.

Mobius picks up a kush ball off a stack of books and yo-yos it absentmindedly by one elastic cord. He glances around his cluttered desk at an array of more fidget toys, pens and paperclips, office supplies and folders and binders. His kids, holding a soccer ball and a trumpet respectively, peer out with fake smiles from a "World's Okayest Dad" frame. He smiles. It was a father's day gift, his ex probably bought it out of spite. He doesn't begrudge her, though. He loves it. He glances at the clock again. Four seventeen.

It's not like going home early would be any better than being here. It's not his night with the kids. He'll just heat up a lonesome microwave dinner and watch something mind-rotting. Maybe catch up on his reading.

He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, then straightens himself at the keyboard. Might as well finish the report. Maybe knock off another after this one, too. Burn some midnight oil. It'll look good if he's still at his desk when Ravonna leaves, anyway.

. . .

Mobius opens another set of double doors and enters the space. It's another large empty room, hastily abandoned or never occupied. Lights half off, and a glowing exit sign paints the far corner green.

He hurriedly sets out across the room, but stops suddenly in the middle.

The carpet is a navy blue-and-grey static pattern that looks strangely familiar. He looks up. The walls are a tone of warm gray he knows well. Mobis takes a step forward. Then another. In a few more steps, he's standing under a flickering fluorescent light. He stops and turns.

There are the indentations on the carpet where the walls of the cubicle should be. There are the five points of the wheels of his chair. He looks toward the exit sign. There, on the wall, is a circle of brighter white - as if something was hanging there, blocking the light that yellowed the wallpaper around it. A clock.

This is the the SCP office where Mobius works.

Only that's impossible. It couldn't be this cleared out. He was just here earlier this afternoon. Wasn't he?

What day is it?

How long have they been in this place?

. . .

Or: AU in which Mobius is an SCP containment officer, Loki is an SCP, and they get lost in the backrooms of the SCP building (it's bigger on the inside). The Polybius game, Sylvie and Hunter B-15 are intragal to the plot.

[burnthatbridge]

time will pass, darling (but my feelings, they won't)

lokius | M | 15k | angst, domestic, getting together Loki visits Mobius on the timeline, but he can never stay.

A year’s worth of time passes before Mobius sees Loki again.

Maybe exactly a year, maybe not. Mobius couldn’t say. The immediate days after Loki made his sacrifice, saved the TVA, saved them all, had passed in a blur. Mobius at the TVA, still, but not present there, not really, caught in that last moment before Loki vanished through the rift and haunted by the prospect of what to do next. If you never look, you’ll never know.

After he leaves and returns to the timeline, his timeline, it’s not particularly any less of a blur. He looks. He knows. Knows what he was taken from, knows what was stolen from him. A family, a home.

It hurts more and less than it should.

He tells Sylvie he’s going to wait there for a little bit. And he does. He waits, and he doesn’t admit to himself what he’s waiting for. He knows this too, but he won’t permit himself to think it. Futile, foolish hope: it would cut him worse than any blade he has faced.

He waits, though not exactly in the spot Sylvie leaves him. It turns out, when Don heads inside, and the sun sets, and his sons are tucked into bed, that it gets chilly out on the dark street. That, and several dog walkers have looked askance at him, standing there, hands on his hips, staring at the house across the street, his house, and seeing something else.

He gets a motel that first night, the next few. Sleeps fitfully, grateful to, lest he dream of all he has gained and what he’s going to do about it. Lest he dream of all he has lost and how he’s going to live without it.

The TVA — Casey specifically — had appropriated some funds for Mobius, to get him on his feet. That, and paperwork that gives him the alias Matthew M Mobius (and the M doesn’t stand for Mobius anymore, so he’s down two out of three). He can’t be another Don; it’s odd enough that his doppelgänger moves in on the same block without their names being identical too.

Because that’s what he does. It’s not perhaps the best of ideas, but he doesn’t know what else to do. The TVA wasn’t fulfilling for him anymore, not like it is for B-15, but he doesn’t crave life the way Sylvie does either, isn’t content to head off into the sunset and never look back. Isn’t content at all.

The house he rents is comfortable enough, even if it is the worst on the block, not like the one Don, he, owns. It’s small and the interior is tired, faded wallpaper and scuffed floors, and the garden has run wild with neglect. But it has everything he needs: a bed to sleep in and a table to eat at and a roof over his head to shelter him. But despite the sun streaming through the windows, even with the thermostat turned all the way up, the chill never seems to leave him.

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[the-weirdest-human-of-them-all]

Hey, I wanna rant. I was just rewatching Netflix’s tv series A Series of Unfortunate Events with my little sisters, and omfg, Monty. I’m gonna put this into section cuz I hate reading one chunky paragraph.

1. The orange jeep with his name on the license plate. Idk why but I love that

2. The outfits (sadly he only has a few but they were gorgeoussss)

3. HIS HOUSE?!?! have you seeeeen this man’s house. The wallpapers with green and gold snakes on it, the decor, the aggressive hyperfixation on reptiles and amphibians which is very neurodivergent of him

4. The green room, aka the most dazzling room with beautiful skylights and plants and architecture with cobras added into the wallssss

5. The animals in said room, like the turtles listening to scream music, the chameleons and snakes just vibing everywhere while you can hear frogs chirp in the background

6. The hedge trimmings of snakes. Omfg

7. Him conveniently living in a place seen as horrid and smelling bad so no one bothers him again, neurodivergent

8. His name being Montgomery Montgomery because he liked his last name and couldn’t think of a new name to pick and people already called him dr. Montgomery

Sorry projecting a bit there (also the name is giving Mobius M. Mobius)

9. I’m sorry to bring it up no I’m not but the Incredibly Deadly Viper being a big sweetheart and super friendly is literally giving Crowley so much I can’t even describe (aziraphale must’ve read the books at some point because he was curious and bored and giggled so much my goodness I need this au)

10. The squiggly mustacheeeeeeeeeee

11. The book selves leading to the door with all the hardcovers in such pretty colors

12. The door and him having a bunch of shit to fiddle and play with when all he needs is to turn the handle

13. The antique furnitureeeeeeeee

14. I’m gonna say it again the windowssssss

14. The lizard clock thingy I forgot the name of

15. The plantsssssss

16. The all around autism vibes

17. The maximalism of the rooms with photos everywhere of tiny little lizards and snakes all with gold covering

I genuinely could go on and on, in fact I will be adding on and watching the episode again.

Hehe I’m back because the random labyrinth in his backyard??

[lookturtles]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/52074601"><strong>Missing Loki</strong></a> (200 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/look_turtles"><strong>look_turtles</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Loki%20(TV%202021)">Loki (TV 2021)</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius<br />Additional Tags: Angst with a Hopeful Ending<br />Summary: <p>Set post series. Mobius misses Loki</p>

Time didn’t pass in the TVA which was why Mobius decided to stay on Don’s timeline. He had heard that time healed all wounds, but even though he had spent a whole day on the timeline he still had a Loki shaped hole in his heart.

After it got dark, he walked through the town Don lived in. He passed a motel and decided to stay there. Perhaps a good night sleep would help and he didn’t want to go back to the TVA just yet; he couldn’t bear to see all the places where Loki wasn’t.

He noticed a sign that said you could pay by the hour and he wondered why someone would want to stay just for an hour.

He went up to the front desk and paid for the night. He took his room key and went to his room.

The room was small with a single bed and the brown and orange wallpaper reminded him of the walls of the TVA.

He took off his suit and climbed into bed.

‘Goodnight, Loki,’ he said.

He thought he saw a green light in the corner of his eye, but that might have just been his imagination.

[jiyascepter]

LOKI | S2E2 'Breaking Brad'

Lockscreens

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[strawberrysnscreams]

Just finished the finale, they didn't even get to kiss 😭

[cloud-ya]

Elysia is very much a chaotic gremlin. She loves pulling warm hearted pranks on people. The whole summer movie thing with the flame chasers was all Elysia's idea and concept. She also per the wallpaper art took Mobius dress shopping with a cute pink frilly maid outfit. Then there was her broadcasting her touching Mei's horns in the ER storyline. MANY more, Elysia is a Kind hearted but still chaotic gremlin everyone adores.

alright. I'm the very least person you'd like to talk about elysia to, go to @phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing or idk literally anyone else

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Just realized something horrible.

We won't have Flamechasers birthday mails ever again because they all died

Which makes the November wallpaper (which is Elysia themed with her birthday marked) even more painful

Why is mihoyo torturing us like that do they hate us or what-

Eden got shafted so hard 😔 She did get a birthday web event apparently but I don’t think we had access to that…

🤔 Griseo should logically get a birthday letter though. Maybe Mobius too. Maybe Elysia too? Mmm… she got one last year...