mobius m. mobius

Between hospital visits for myself, my partner, related to diabetes and self harm attempts. My financial situation has been weak as shit as is, but having to be out for all of that has been wildly worse.

I'm like 5k behind on rent. I'm trying to catch up on things, but I'm currently between jobs and ready to pull my own fucking hair out trying to get responses.

I'm not begging, I'm not demanding, but if anyone is ever willing and has the extra scratch to spare, and I emphasize only if you can, because as it stands I have no way to pay anyone back:

I'm like a not insignificant amount behind on rent.

so, only if you're able to help-- like seriously only if you have an extra buck or two, don't feel forced-- everything will be going towards food and bills as they come

cashapp: $shifterfree venmo: @Charles-Goodwin-61

                            ४ ' hey, don't mind me. ' he steps close and then leans down, his hands on their hips. mobius is kneeling, and when he's in place very gently presses a kiss to the swell of loki's belly. ' i can't wait to meet our little girl. hey little one, it's one of your daddy's - i adore you already. can't wait to hold you in my arms in a few months. ' @vannscooter

they laugh, they've just been enjoying their tea. leaning against the kitchen counter as m works on dinner. humming one of his favorite early twentith century songs that's playing from the living room as mobius settles in front of them. smiling down at him as their hand finds his hair, shorter than m's. m's was getting a little too long but that was understandable. they'd have to help him with cutting it here soon since they'd completely forgot he'd talked about it a few weeks back.

but for now their focus is on mobius. expression impossibly soft as he speaks to his daughter. their daughter. ❝           it'll happen sooner than you can even imagine, love.      ❞ they assure him, their hand gently lifting his chin upwards so they can meet him half way (with some considerable effort on their part) into a kiss. grinning as they pull back.  

it takes years, eons maybe, for the tva to find a solution. for scarred hands to be slowly, gently, unfurlled from branches that have been rough against their skin for ages. for centuries. time has been lost to them, though they hold so much of it between their fingers. but they're shocked, surprised, as the three sisters pull the timelines from their hands. from their cape. from where they've been wrapped so securely around them.

urðr takes the branches from both of their hands, holding them tight in her own with a soft, sympathetic smile. the weaver of fate, she knows just the weight they've endured for so long. verðandi unpins their cape, freeing them of the branches that had woven into the fibers. still glowing a glorious green and blue regardless. and finally skuld smiles, waving towards a time door that had opened at the edge of the crumbling citadel where mobius and a woman sat.

the woman has a familiarity that loki knows from time settling into their very bones. balder's lover. an ally of many a more villainous version of themselves. karnilla, queen of the nornkeep. who ran her fingers over the branches loki had weaved together before she comes to where they sit. all but shooing them from their throne. a chance at freedom, though the idea settles awkwardly in the pit of their stomach. after all this was their sacrifice.

go, oh god of stories. there is no tale for you to tell here.

they blink, and push themselves from the throne that had once been their prison. standing for the first time in a millenia. their eyes focus on mobius and they smile. a time weary smile.

could this all be a cruel trick of their imagination? had they finally gone mad?

find a way to free loki from their fate. stuck in a tangle of branches that looked like yggdrasil - something that didn't escape anyone's notice.

it wasn't going to be easy, and it was going to take a long time, but that's why going back to the TVA was so essential. mobius needed time, and being on the timeline meant he'd age and eventually die and doing so without seeing loki again was . . . unbearable, really. impossible. there was too much work to do, so he made himself comfortable with that mission while everyone continued their work on kang variants and he didn't stop until -

until the sisters of fate were located. until they agreed, yes, they should be the ones responsible for the branches - gladly, without complaint. loki didn't need to hold that burden alone.

mobius had no idea how long time had passed from when they started searching and when they found them. couple hundred years? thousands? didn't matter, time moved strangely, but what did matter was that mobius was so focused on the task that the passing of time meant nothing if he could succeed. and he did. a mission that he considered his life's work and once completed, could start an entirely new adventure of their own making.

his heart pounded in his chest as he watched, from his spot almost out of view, as the sisters took the branches of time from loki. mobius saw them, but really, all he was looking at was loki. loki. they looked so tired, but still just as beautiful as ever, and mobius' eyes took in every part of them from their scared but hopeful face to the rough palms that had been literally holding the multiverse together. he had an odd desire to take both of those hands and kiss their palms which he brushed to the side for the moment. they stood within the citadel, far more destroyed than he previously had been, held together seemingly by sheer force of will.

Was he basically acting in desperation, saying those words? Yes, but they weren’t any less true because of it. He’d been trying to be reasonable in a controlled way before, that he’d been careful about, but the time door was open and if he couldn’t convince her to stay then Mobius had a suspicion he’d never see her again and that felt … incomprehensible. She’d been his best friend for eons, regardless of the lies.

“I know you’re not to blame for this whole system. I know it was, ah, whoever controlled the Time Keepers, and you did what you were told. I was scared. I mean heck, I’m still scared, but I’m sorry. But you’re not just the best friend I’ve had for thousands of years, you’re my family, and I know - I hope - that you feel that way about me, too. So fight for it. Stay here and fight for the place that’s been our home and still can be.” He wanted to yell, to plead, but he just stood there, with all the emotion in his eyes and maybe for a moment it looked like he could cry.

“There has to be a reason,” she told him again, purposely avoiding the talk of their feelings for each other because feelings only complicate things, and hers were still in a whirlwind since he’d so easily taken Loki’s side. “There has to be a reason this was built by whomever put the Time Keepers in place. We’ve spent too long doing this for it to have been wrong. I can't—”

She caught herself getting louder and heaved a deep sigh to regulate her voice again. “I refuse to believe we’ve been used for centuries, for millennia, only to find out there was no meaning behind it. I can’t accept that, Mobius. I can’t accept we’ve been fools all this time after everything I've—we’ve—given up in service of this place.”

But maybe it didn't matter what anyone else had to say. Many of them had no idea what she knew, and the ones that did weren't necessarily bloodthirsty. At least, he hoped not.

"What plan do you even have out there? Find someone that doesn't even know this place, hoping they'll give you answers? Gone, while the TVA's left without a leader to direct them in a better way of what to do, how to go from here. I'm not saying we have to let every single timeline spread out, but we don't have to prune them all; we can look for the biggest threats, and trim the timelines that are nasty - I'm sure there's a zombie apocalypse out there on one of them. But it can be ordered chaos - with you in your rightful place as Judge."

And there it was, that bright (and terrible) idea. The thought of power, planted as an idea in Ravonna's mind. Enough to make her stay, he hoped.