#edit: its morning now time to unleash my rambling

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

God comparing these two passages is so interesting to me because the first (the morro passage) reframes the first description of his nightmare in such an interesting way. Throughout the entire story the nightmare hadn’t changed. The split of his head and the rift was always a passive, though violent, occurrence. Then you get the other perspective and it’s not that his head just splits, it’s that it’s cleaved open. It’s kind of interesting to note that though it’s more violent, the second version of his dream has a less distressed pov, which is probably simply because Cole’s getting used to it.

These dreams feel very prophetic almost? Metaphorical though at the same time? And by the way wotd goes, that feels accurate. I do wonder why Morro was used as a vessel to show this, and how he ties into it. Because the whole scene in the cave with the ice is such a large lost of identity and future for Cole, he feels lost in the actual moment. The dream however, shows him a version of it where he does have a reflection, but it’s cold to him. It dies, and then flips to have it be by Morro’s hand. The way he talks to the departed realm, urging them for freedom he’s twisted himself up to believe he has. Idk it’s interesting to me when the very reason Cole ever died/became a ghost in the first place was because of Morro.

Morro otherwise does not seemed to be involved in wotd, so it’s curious. Generally though everything we see related to the death realms and edo magic is VERY fucked.

I mean this is the description of edo magic. It’s powerful, but it kills both itself and its users. We do even see that in the show with Yang and the yin-blade. It killed him! I wouldn’t be hesitant to call the temple itself an edo building, it’s certainly built like it, and behaves in that kind of weirdly sentient malignant manner. I was just looking at the wiki as for why it kept floating after Skybound and came across “time-anomaly” which is probably a quick way to fill a plothole but still poses very interesting implications. Also apparently the temple is caught in the ethereal divide which what this 👇is

So the Yin-blade not only killed them, bound their souls to the temple in a curse, but also bound the very building to a weird space between realms. Sure alright yeah normal average magic

(Side note: using edo magic as a metaphor for Cole and his fucked up nature of being prone to burning himself out. Even the earth will crumble under too much pressure or whatever master wu said.)

Ok anyways to sum up my sleepy rambling that I will hit post on tomorrow is Cole “my themes can never be normal and must revolve around death or i will die (again)” brookstone

[lady-of-lies]

An off feeling

A/N: I’m back to posting! Not regularly I’m afraid but my goal is to catch up on the year long challenge since I’m on Christmas vacation now. This is not edited since it’s late and my eyes are bleeding (not really but you get the deal) and it’s inspired by Ally Brooke’s song Low key

Prompt: “...I left it in my room...”

Word count: 1252 (What!?, consider it compensation for my inactive-ness)

Warnings: None that I know of

Loki Laufeyson x gender neutral reader

Something was off. You had known it from the moment you set your foot inside the giant elevator doors. The air just had that scent of mystery to it and the familiar feeling of not knowing immediately, albeit slowly,  made its way creeping up your spine, unleashing a wave of pleasant shivers. You loved this feeling, but at the same time you hated it. Your body being weird like that, you loved the idea of surprises and taking the day as it comes, but when it really comes down to it you’re scared of what’s going to happen next. It was like two different people trapped inside one person.

You knew you shouldn’t have assumed the tower to be empty just because the common room, at the moment, for once, happened to be unoccupied. But you had wanted to try the acoustique in here for an eternity. That’s right. Singing, one of life's greatest remedies for rainy and otherwise boring days had been a passion since childhood. The only problem was that you would prefer to keep it on the low-key for personal reasons. Only because you are one of the Avengers doesn’t mean that your self esteem is through the roof, not everyone’s like Tony Stark, which supposedly is a good thing.

You can’t remember a time when you didn’t wonder how it would be to sing in a room as soon as you walked into it, you just couldn’t help it. It was one of the few ways you could blow off some steam in a more creative manner and if you ever found yourself in a funk of any kind, you sang, you sang all your emotions out and it somehow left your head feeling much lighter afterwards. There was something indescribable in hearing a melody you create resonating between the walls of a room.

There was this one song you had found a way back. It was silly, very so, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had refrained from singing it, or even playing it before, because of the person it reminded you of. You had had feelings for the one and only god of mischief since… who knows, and you were not about to let it slip just because of a silly song. But since there was no one here… there really was no harm in singing just a few lines is there? After a long and somewhat tiring inner debate you decided to just go for it, screw your inner piglet for being so anxious about anything and everything.

 Let's forget about our phones until the morning

('Til the morning)

We can post up, no one gets to see our story (Oh no)

I can take you places you ain't been before me

Then, the rest I guess is self-explanatory

All your friends are looking for you

They don't know where you're at

'Cause you left with me

And slipped out the back (Ah, shh)

Low key, low key

You should really get to know me

(Get to know me)

Low key, low key

You should really get to know me (Ah, ah)

Yeah, I know you got some things

That you could show me (Oh oh)

Low key, low key

You should really get to know me

You heard a loud noise coming from behind and as you twirled around you caught sight of the last person you expected or wanted. Loki. He just stood behind the kitchen counter a few meters away knocking a few glasses over on his way over to the coffee machine. You know, for an actual god, someone who descends from completely different realm,  he had found his love for coffee surprisingly fast. But before you let your mind explore that thought further you pulled yourself together. He had heard you sing, there was no way he could have missed it with how the loud music blasted from Tony’s obnoxiously expensive stereo system. Why had you sung that song? Out of all the songs stuck in your head why did you have to choose that one?

you had almost forgotten where you were when a low but smooth voice brought you back to reality. 

“Do you mind if I borrow your mug?”

Ok… Not exactly the first thing you had imagined him saying in this particular situation but whatever floats his boat. Your voice was somewhat shaky as you responded, you couldn’t help but wonder how and when he would address the elephant in the room, with Loki you could never be too cautious.

“No, uh, go ahead, I guess..?”

Your mind was a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster picking up speed with each passing second and with no way off. Never had you thought this was how your most secret passion would be relieved, and never in a million years would you have guessed Loki would be the one to do so, especially not while you sung that song. Maybe you should say something? You should definitely say something. That something should probably have been more thought through, but in this case your mouth was faster to act.

“didn’t Thor give you a brand new one not too long ago? Why don’t you just use that one?”

Stupid mouth. Couldn’t it have been something that didn’t ad to the awkward tension spreading in what felt like the whole tower like a wildfire. Loki didn’t lift an eyebrow though, he just continued on with his task like there was nothing wrong. Maybe there wasn’t? Had he really heard you? Something had felt off when you walked in earlier and now you knew what. You figured out what. The mug. Loki’s favourite coffee mug. It had been standing on the small table by the window when you stepped in. How had you not noticed? He had been in the room all the time and you were too caught up in your creative ways to acknowledge his presence.

“It’s a complicated and long story, i’d rather just borrow yours. Where is it anyway?”

Shit. Your mug was currently sitting on your desk, directly in front of a very old photo album and a coffee stained piece of paper you made a mental note to print a new copy of later. You remember how mad you had been when the mission call had gotten in and oh so rudely interrupted your sentimental morning. 

“Oh, right… I uh… I left it in my room… I can go and get it though! really it’s no trouble at all I’ll just be a minute-”

You felt yourself begin to ramble and quickly make your way out of the room, but before you could even make it past the nearest sofa you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, successfully causing you to halt mid-step and stumble backwards into a very tall, very lean, and very broad shouldered god. You just stood like that for a moment, neither of you saying a word. Not until you felt him draw in a deep breath. You felt his chest vibrate against your back as he spoke.

“Don’t bother. I’ll just take summon a new one, or two, since you’re here I see no point in drinking a hot beverage by oneself. Maybe I’ll even let you try one of my Asgardian biscuits I have stashed away for special occasions. Let’s just call it one of many things I could show you..”

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