Find The Part Where The Wall Is Softest, The Part Where It Gives Under Pressure, And Dig Your Hand In.

find the part where the wall is softest, the part where it gives under pressure, and dig your hand in. tear the film open to reveal its shining core. clear the shadow in the room, clear the smoke. leave the dream.

@mobiues // loki & mobius!

Loki tries to wrench his arm free, and the contact feels like a fire against the skin to him. But resisting it feels worse.

The way hot is cold and cold is hot, and something in them is burning up. The shiver-shake-speed up of being wounded, of being pinned down. — not a pin, just a snare — no, a cradle. not hare stuck in bramble, not salmon caught in web, not a preyish thing being caught in the maw of something bigger than him, he and his many arms, he and his many snares. It isn’t the same. He has to remember that.

Remembering is difficult in a place with no time. Remembering is difficult when he reaches up, compulsive, to drag his fingers over his neck to see if there's still a collar there. — like a misbehaving hound you pushed back in the kennel until they learned not to bite. like teaching the hard way, the way they were raised, the way of hard lessons and hard wars and hard laws to live by but they had to live by them; decisions already made. decisions they had to keep making.

Reality. Breathe, lungs burning, focus or it'll get you killed. Loki looks to Mobius, coming back to the right-here right-now and the angle of which the skin frames his eyes make him look a little more harsh than maybe he intends. The look of a man who’s been through this before. The look of a man who’d kill you not to go through it again. — but you already know what he’s gone through, a thousand different iterations, a thousand different wounds; you’ve watched him die, Mobius, and he knows it. The wicker frame of his scarecrow body only proves you right, only does so much.

He was never much of a fighter, and even if he was, it’s never enough in the TVA.

“ Let me go. “ the words bite out of him before anything he meant to say can overtake them, like that dog in that kennel. the God continues, composure humming back into him like remembering who you are after a bad dream. He wasn’t going to wake up, but he’s gotten good at thinking on his feet. “ I will handle this later. The longer we wait the more we waste— “ he hisses a breath through his teeth, maybe irritation, maybe pain. Mobius is the expert, isn’t he? Too bad he wasn’t the doctor, too.

“ —I know you and your merry men don’t exactly have time-keeping beyond keeping time, but surely, you understand the urgency I am impressing upon you, yes? “ Loki tries to stray, and the burning only thickens, a lesson they have to learn the hard way.

( Even through the unspoken determination of ‘I’ll drag you if I must’, the way it is sometimes a test of will against the divine to hold them and to keep them at all. He lived into his act of the snake very well, didn’t he? )

@aethergate // starter call!

The walls felt thin, bleeding him out, bleeding it in.

━ this is how it always felt, since he was fast; too fast; and the bars came down, in the spinning dark. A carnival of something and the something else, lines dug in the world, platforms emerging from the oily depth, the static, the━

dare not speak a devils name. ( were they the devil? he can't remember. a concept foreign, lost to him, lost to the world; too. )

the sound, however, is familiar. the shimmer-shatter of noise breaking, colliding, of realities asunder. the Knight made the same. a thousand terrible calls, an orchestra, o apocalypse...

perhaps the same. perhaps not. but the guest, the guest was free. freer than them. unbound, unbound, unravelled. stitch by stitch, they did not belong, did they? perhaps he was nary the person to ask of belonging at all, a past weighted upon his haunches, half-gone. envy did not rise to meet the lonely jester at the other's freedom, only inquiry, only a swishing tail, only a smile. to be so free, they've learned, is to be alone. how terrible, terrible! a fate they've both met, he must imagine. how unconquerable for the other, he imagines as well.

a spine bends back, up, ears pinned backwards and bright needle-felt eyes zero in like pinpricks. Darkness made them wide and lantern-like, before excitement made them thin again; like the blinking of a light, like the eyes of a beast; how curious it was, it was, indeed!

" OH WHO, WHO, DOES THIS DARKNESS BRING? " a voice like bells, crunched metal, something worn and still ringing; viscerally unlike the world the Other came from. laughter, the head tilts, the neck soft. " A LIGHTNER? A DARKNER? NAY, YOU ARE NEITHER. OH, LONESOME THING, WHAT INDEED DOES THIS DARKNESS BRING? "

post postmortem confusion or whatever should it be

⠀⠀⠀𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ♡

below you will find 20 random and creative questions about halloween designed to help develop character personality and traits. such questions can also be used as ask meme or pov starters.

What is their favorite Halloween costume and why?

How do they celebrate Halloween? Do they attend parties, decorate the house, or avoid it altogether?

Are they superstitious? Are there Halloween traditions that they follow or avoid?

Do they like horror movies? If so, what are their favorites?

How do they react to scares or frights? Do they laugh, get nervous, or not react at all?

What would do if they encountered something supernatural on Halloween?

Are they brave enough to venture into a haunted house?

How would they deal with a zombie situation or Halloween apocalypse?

What are their favorite Halloween foods or treats?

Do they prefer trick-or-treating? How do they have fun on Halloween?

Do they believe in urban legends or local ghost stories?

How would they dress for a themed Halloween party?

Have they had a paranormal or unexplained experience?

Are they skeptical of supernatural phenomena or do they believe in them?

Would their get involved in ghost hunting or paranormal investigation?

What are their worst nightmares? Does it relate to Halloween in any way?

How would they react if they were cursed or turned into a supernatural creature?

Would they decorate the house to scare the neighbors or to provide a more light-hearted experience?

How would they choose their own Halloween costume? Would it be creative or classic?

If they were a classic monster, which monster would they be and why?

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