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LOKI | S2E1 'Ouroboros'

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Title: Ouroboros (Devour Me)

Pairing: Nat Sewell/Detective (OC)

Chapter: 5/?

Rating: Mature

(Mind the tags, please!)

Marin is freezing, and they are alone in the dark, and they are terrified. It’s easier to admit that now that there’s no one here to put on a brave face for.

The darkness is like a mold. Marin doesn’t know how else to explain it; it’s a life form, a living thing, spread along the walls and the hallways of the manor, creeping in from the corners and across the floor and the ceiling. They are afraid to touch the unpeeling wallpaper with their bare hands, because they can’t stop thinking that if they do, the darkness will creep up their palm and take them over, too.

[takeariskao3]

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Ginny was supposed to be finding salvageable materials in the ground floor dining room. At least, that’s what she’d volunteered to do. There was hardly anything salvageable to find, but at least she was alone. 

Harry was one floor above, supposedly working on the full bath attached to the guest suite. Any other time she would’ve paid a sack load of galleons to watch him try and fix the plumbing, but after the previous evening, she couldn’t stomach being in the same room as him for longer than a few minutes.

The problem, she found, was that denial was only possible through awareness, and her refusal to accept the things staring her in the face meant they had to exist in the first place. 

Ginny would rather do anything than admit they existed in the first place, but botched Amortentia schemes aside, her nightmare from the night before would have been enough to confirm the very obvious conclusion that she still had feelings for Harry. Feelings seemed a good enough descriptor since she was actively avoiding the L-word.

Which was a real inconvenience seeing how she had to share a half-destroyed house with him for the foreseeable future.

Said house seemed to mock her as Ginny spun in a slow circle. The dining room looked even worse in the light of day. Haphazard stacks of lumber sat in disorganized piles along one wall, while torn wallpaper hung from where Harry had apparently attempted to strip it away. Both the floor and the ceiling had chunks missing, and the chandelier in the corner looked more cracked than whole. 

In short, the place was a disaster. Much like the current state of her well-being: ragged, frayed, coming loose at the seams.

However, unlike her own internal anguish, when she sent a Reparo! in the direction of the light fixture, the twisted metal straightened and gleamed, the crystals mending in an instant to reflect tiny rainbows of sunlight in all directions. 

Ginny felt a small sense of accomplishment, until she inspected her handiwork a little closer. 

Her minute achievement turned to ash in her mouth. The restored brackets revealed each candle fitting to be an open-mouthed snake head, their carved intertwined bodies linking together to make up the frame, and a multifaceted crystalline ouroboros dangling from the center.

She wished she would’ve left it broken. 

Giving into the impulse pounding through her skull, Ginny battered the chandelier with hex after hex until it was nothing but a knot of pulverized bronze and shattered glass.

She felt much more than an errant sting of pride at her destruction. She felt vindicated. Chest heaving from the exertion, she sent another Reparo! at it, thinking this time it was surely destroyed for good. Her spell hit, and shards of crystal soared from all over the room, fusing together as if never parted while the disfigured serpents curled and bent back to their original shape. 

Whole. The damn thing was whole again. Not an adornment or fang out of place.

Ginny felt it like a punch to the gut. It was supposed to stay mangled. Scratched, gashed and dented. It was supposed to stay unrecognizable. 

Like her. 

She started in with her hexing once more, shooting off every version of Diffindo, Confringo, and Reducto she knew. Because Ginny wasn’t about to be the only thing in this house broken beyond repair. 

As instinct took over, her thoughts turned unwillingly inward. To the parts of herself that were splintered and ripped just like the wainscoting and wallpaper surrounding her. 

How could she have let this happen?

No, scratch that. How could he have let this happen?

Because this was all his fault. 

A couple of months ago, Ginny had been perfectly, completely, and utterly fine. All the shite she’d gone through had been effectively tucked away. All her unresolved feelings had been disregarded.  All her nightmares had been a distant, albeit unpleasant, memory. 

Now look at her, wrecking a chandelier as some sort of violent remedy for her own discontent.

All it took was one look. One sodding look from him on one sodding dance floor and she was undone. Absolutely doomed. Ravaged.  

Ruined.

[somebirdortheother]

Get to Know a Blogger!

Thank you for the tag, dearest @myfavouritelunatic 💋💋

Share your wallpaper: My laptop wallpaper is (you won’t believe it you’ve seen my phone lock and home screens, too) a photo of one of my two cats. Ta-da. It was taken along one of my various hikes in the caves up north from where I live.

Last song you listened to: Tous Les Mêmes by Stromae 🤩

Currently reading: No fanfics at the moment, only a collection of late poems of Adrienne Rich. But, I’ve recently read @coraleethroughthelookingglass The Decurion’s Wife and I may be biased, but so is everyone else, but it’s the best 😍

Last movie: John Wick Chapter 4!!!! And hell yeah I loved it.

Last show: 🤷‍♀️

Craving: To finish the last chapter of Mysteries of the Mechanical Wonder, my Steampunk Haladriel AU, AND the last chapter of Breaking The Ice, my Star Trek Haladriel/Saurondriel AU. And to dive back into the Nossë-verse with @coraleethroughthelookingglass

What are you wearing right now: A hot pink crop top and black leggings - typing this post at the gym, between reps, as they say.

How tall are you: 168 cm, or 5’6” for those who use incomprehensible units of measure.

Piercings: Three in my ears and a belly button.

Tattoos: Current: a “Pi” symbol at the back of my neck, a small thing on my wrist to be removed. Planned: an ouroboros somewhere on my forearm.

Glasses, contacts: Glasses, but I only wear them for driving.

Last thing you ate: My mother’s cabbage rolls ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Favourite Colour: Vermillion red, shades of navy, emerald green, bordeaux

Current obsession: Waldreg the Mechanical Spider. No, I won’t elaborate. Guess you’ll have to read my Steampunk AU!

Any pets: Three, two cats and a dog.

Favourite Fictional Character: Currently, Circe from Madeline Davis’ “Circe”

The last place you travelled: Belfast, followed by Newcastle. For work and then for leisure.

Tagging with no pressure: @niennawept @coraleethroughthelookingglass @hazelmaines @pursuitseternal @yletylyf @youwearfinethingswellwriter @mamanmae @helenvader @ichabodjane @iamstartraveller776

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Your drawing of drumb with laika is my laptop wallpaper and i love it oh so dearly. Eating your art always and forever

EATING YOUR ART BACK SO WE’RE LIKE ART OUROBOROS

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Writing Pattern Game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

tagged by @gayvampiredivorce

Tagging anyone who wants to play, no pressure.

Hmm, let's see if there's any consistency whatsoever, lol. (The later ones on this list are ones only published in pieces on the blog).

By Lost Ways (Dick Grayson epic fantasy AU): Dusk dawned as the daylight died, not that the latter went gently.

Born Under A Bad Sign (Dick Grayson, Young Justice canon-divergence): "Wally. I need you."

Lightning Crashes (Teen Wolf, pre-pilot canon divergence): New York City streets were difficult to navigate in the best of circumstances.

Open Wounds (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric canon compliant one-shot): Nobody knew better than her son that Melissa McCall wasn’t above fighting dirty to get her way.

Carnival of Souls (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric canon divergent AU): Scott remembered dying.

Howling Like Real People Do (Teen Wolf, Boyd-centric canon divergent AU): Vernon Boyd was young when he learned the importance of being wallpaper.

Where Wild Things Are (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric pre-pilot canon divergence): ‘The woods are lovely, dark and deep,’ Robert Frost wrote in an earlier era, before the march of industrialization domesticated most of America’s wild spaces, burying forest trails beneath concrete highways and clearing ancient oaks to make way for condos and shopping malls.

The Bloodied Sands of Time (Teen Wolf, Dark Kira-centric future AU): The body’s newly immortal shock had barely begun to crystallize via rigor mortis when she felt his presence behind her.

These Days Keep Adding Up (Teen Wolf, Danny-centric Scanny future AU): Danny cracked open his eyes somewhere in the vicinity of 7 am and immediately regretted everything.

Moonlit Tides (Teen Wolf, Danny-centric Scanny characters-as-dolphin-and-shark-shifters AU): “The dolphins are up to something,” Jackson said. 

What The Fires Left Behind (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric pre-pilot canon divergent AU): Scott McCall came home on a Tuesday.

Ouroboros Dreaming (Teen Wolf, Jackson-centric Scackson AU): The dark waters of his sleep give birth to dreams of monsters - and only some of them wear his face.

Not sure if there actually are patterns here or not. I'm either as random as I think I am or as predictable as I think I am. I go either way depending on the day. LOL.

I do think I write fic pretty differently than I write original fiction though so now I'm tempted to do this with original projects and see if there's any difference between those and fic projects.

[nykrose]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

what’s your phone wallpaper : A pic of horse-Nyk I had commissioned a bajillion years ago

last song you listened to : IDK whatever was playing in the supermarket

currently reading : Just finished reading Nykur

last movie : Down a Dark Hall

last show :  Lackadaisy

what are you wearing right now : Not underwear : )

piercings / tattoos? :��I have four earlobe piercings, one on the left and three on the right. Don't feel the need for more. My left forearm is wrapped with celestial-themed tattoos and I have an ouroboros on my sternum. I'll be adding to the tattoo collection in the future.

glasses ? contacts? : I wear glasses for work, mostly to reduce eye strain and fatigue

last thing you ate? : Peanut butter...sandwich...

favorite color(s) : Grey. Right now I'm in an additional forest green phase but I like all colours.

current obsession : Anjou pears, but my left masseter is so sore from clenching my jaw at night due to medication-induced dreaming I can't eat them atm. It's quite sad

do you have a crush right now? :  LOL no

favourite fictional character : I have a shitty OC, you might have heard of him

Tagged by @notfrsale Tagging: @helreginn, @batteredoptimist, @distoretion, @thegreatstrongbow, @ignisregina

[maxdurden]

get to know me

i was tagged by the amazing @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!!! 

Share your wallpaper: my phone background is really dope artwork of arthur morgan from red dead redemption 2. the art is sooo pretty and i’m sooo lazy so i haven’t changed it even though i haven’t played the game in months lmao. my desktop wallpaper is just,,, a black screen. which is really messed up, but it glitched out and deleted my old wallpaper (which i don’t even remember rip) and,,, ya know, the aforementioned laziness

The last song you listened to: Morbid Stuff by PUP

Currently Reading:  i just finished the v1 titans run of comics (1999-2003)!!!! i literally can’t recommend it more, it was so fun ough. but i’m currently in that phase after reading something really good where you can’t read anything else because of the misery of finishing a good read. it’s rough. honorable mentions go to the copy of the great gatsby that my coworker has been trying to make me read,,, (i’ve gotten through an entire one (1) page of it, sorry steve), and buy back the secrets, which is an incredible fanfic that everyone who likes timkon should go read immediately or i’ll kneecap your closest friends and relatives <3 (also also also in the family of things by @deadchannelradio which is so incredibly amazing and even tho i finished it a while ago i think it should still count for this because everyone should also read it immediately, the kneecapping threat still withstanding ofc)

Last Movie: Batman: Year One (with @darkravenstag, can you sense a pattern in the media i’ve been consuming jesus christ)

Craving: tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo!!! (i’m broke)

What are you wearing right now: white soft sweatpants, my fluffy housecoat, and a shirt that says “i ❤️my gay cat” which was a birthday gift from @darkravenstag

How tall are you: last time i checked i was 5’4 but god knows if that’s changed by now (i doubt it), apparently that’s 162 ish centimeters 

Piercings: i have piercings in my ear that i got when i was like,,, four years old that are somehow still around god bless them. and i have a septum piercing. i really desperately want an industrial next

Tattoos: only one!!!!!!!!! it’s a neat little ouroboros but by god do i need more desperately

Glasses? Contacts?: nope, got that 20/20 vision, babey

Last drink: water (i honestly rarely drink anything but water)

Last show: i guess probably technically the mandalorian? it’s in the middle of its new season and @darkravenstag and i are watching it when it releases weekly :3

Last thing you ate: ice cream sandwiches,,, 

Favourite colour: i’m really bad at making decisions like this lmao. i don’t know myself well enough to know my own favorite color, if i’m tbhing. but a lot of different shades of blue are nice, and i like burnt orange and mustard yellow type vibes. green is also nice! so who knows

Current obsession: god i wish it weren’t obvious. to all the folks who started following me because of my greek myths stuff (and that includes you jo lmao) uhhhh sorry. greek myths were THE hyperfixation for like,,,, three or four years but dc comics is back in a big way. i simply cannot stop thinking about these little superhero guys,,,,

Unrelated Obsession: right now??? i’m not kidding when i say that dc comics has left me with literally no other computing space in my brain. like i’m at the stage of brain rot where having a conversation about something that isn’t dc related is a little bit hard,,,, it’s abysmal out here guys. but i’ll give a shout out to greek myths,,, when will my interest in the iliad and odyssey return from the war??? my brain basically works in two modes, which are dc comics nerd and pretentious classics obsessive, so eventually the classics hyperfixation will return but i couldn’t tell you when that’ll be 

Any pets: i have two cats!! their names are achilles and briseis and they are the worst little creechers but also god’s greatest gift to humanity (achilles is currently curled up in my lap purring his stupid little head off). they turn six this april!!! 

Do you have a crush on anyone: lol uhhh sure

Favourite fictional character: this is an incredibly mean question actually. you want me to pick a favorite son??? i am holding my hands over jason todd’s ears while whispering dick grayson,,, but also if we’re allowed to include ocs then rn everyone can get fucked because my baby wes is having a renaissance (in my head)

The last place you traveled: lmao the last place i traveled was back to my hometown (a small town in northern indiana) for the county fair this summer. the ice cream at the local ice cream stand is still the best in the country and i’ll die on that hill but yeah i’d kill to travel a bit more soon but probably won’t really travel until my sister’s wedding happens in georgia in october

tagging @darkravenstag @thrustin-timberlake @deadchannelradio @sarcasticbeanie and any other beloved mutuals (or followers!!) who wanna do this! it's fun, have fun!

[thehighlandhealer]

Get to Know the Mun

What’s your phone wallpaper? A background from the game Tears of Themis

Last song listened to: Good Lil Boy by ATEEZ

Currently Reading: Bangkok Wakes to Rain

Last Movie: Doctor Strange

Last Show: I thiiiink it was Ouroboros

What are you wearing right now? Pajama tank top and shorts

Piercings/Tattoos: Both ears double pierced, no tattoos

Glasses/Contacts: I have glasses that I only wear to see things far away

Last thing you ate? Grapes and before that tacos

Favorite Color: Reds, pinks, purples, and gold

Current obsession: I fell down the ATEEZ rabbit hole and I have no intention of getting out

Do you have a crush right now? Oguri Shun

Favorite fictional character: How much time do you have?

Last place you traveled: Mexico

Tagged by: @nihiladditaenihilperdidi

Tagging: Anyone who wants to!

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Transient Liveblog Pt.2

TT: Whoa, wait. New character alert. Who’s this Alice? Please be something other than “character’s girlfriend who only exists as a plot device.”

TT: Oh. Huh. Goodbye alien landscape, hello random futuristic city? I think those signs are in Chinese. Looks like a more run down version of one of those computer wallpapers. You know the ones. Neon pink futuristic city, anime girl in foreground may or may not be included.

TT: Ouroboros door opening puzzle…I hope that’s symbolic of some theme in the game. I love Ouroboros symbolism so much, so that’d be pretty fucking cool.

TT: Some graffiti. Panopticon mention! Chekov’s graffiti, with any luck. Wonder if they meant it as something that sees all, or as the actual type of building. Please be the second, I feel like everyone always means the first. Wait. Domed city. The intro said it was a domed city. It could be both. IT COULD BE BOTH.

TT: Holy shit, are those bodies? About time it got actually horror in here.

TT: Okay, those might’ve been statues, but there was this weird glitch with eyes superimposed so we’re still heading towards the horror segments anyway.

TT: Gab, I think that guy might be the tiniest bit dead. Also I don’t trust those moths, they’re hovering awfully close to him.

TT: Entry port? Is that the circle thing on the apparatus on his head? Seems awfully exposed, if that’s the case, and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder someone was able to shock it.

TT: Hackers overloading neural implants? See, this is why brain chips are a bad idea.

TT: Egyptian mythology reference? Younger Scribbles would lose his shit.

TT: Are they…growing people from trees?

TT: Oh hey, it’s Alice. And…there she goes again. Is the whole game going to be like this?

[arbitrarygreay]

If the trend for voice-acting for Western animation productions has been towards more naturalistic styles (to where some criticize it as losing personality), anime voice acting has gotten as much of an ouroboros as the rest of its Azuma Databasing with tropey writing. The archetypes are eating themselves into ever more inhuman forms. At least the dude seiyuu also don't have some fuckwad directors forcing them into ever more screechy falsetto moeblob voices? When even the cutesiest simpering idols don't sound like that...give me the verging-on-wooden-overly-"naturalistic" Western stuff over that any day.

I've groused about how in Western blockbuster music scoring, the editors cut to demo tracks and then the composers are just told to make the score like the demo tracks, so it all becomes a vortex of generic wallpaper paste, and I feel the same for this. "Can you do a voice that sounds like this other anime" is not a way to find new innovative voices!

[nikolaiiue]

Ouroboros

There is nothing for me here.

It's a repeat of days, all meshing into one.

A cycle where it's rinse and repeat.

I close my eyes and begin counting.

The cycle repeats and I wake up.

I look at the ceiling and wallpaper that's slowly peeling away.

Such a dirty shade of blue.

The urge to scrub and get rid of it all is unbearable.

Sometimes I wish I'd never been born at all.

There is no urge to die, no thoughts to kill myself.

Merely an urge to disappear.

There is nothing for me here.

[dearest-lady-disdain]

need a master list of every riverdale literary reference ugh

hello, darling, this is a great feat and i personally don't have the time of going through every episode and curating a handwritten list of every literary work referenced by the silly ouroboros, stuck in the narrative show, however i will try to ennumerate some of the works referenced both directly and indirectly in the series.

due to the very nature of riverdale, we have numerous references to sir arthur conan doyle and agatha christie as well as edgar allan poe - both his poems and short stories (especially since the murders in the rue morgue is considered the predecessor to a detective novel). veronica is seen reading the secret history in both season 1 as well as 4, she references shakespeare during her theraphy session in season 4 (after the school theraphist implies she has electra complex, a theory by jung as well as a reference to greek mythology and tragedy electra, a part of the oresteia famously translated by anne carson).

we have references to moby dick, crime and punishment, american psycho, the yellow wallpaper, lord of the flies, catcher in the rye, of mice and men, the picture of dorian gray, less direct ones to frankenstein, if i remember correctly. origin of love from hedwig and the angry inch refers to the greek tradition of giants which is mentioned by plato in symphosium, in the flashbacks abigail gets imprisoned under the pretense of discussing banned books - lord chatney's lover. there is the whole library episode where jughead has to go on a roadtip looking for kafka's metamorphosis and a kiss of the spiderwoman, amongst other things. more recently betty has blackmailed another school psychologist because he owned a copy of lolita. i am certain that fight club, some dickens and checkov also got mentioned at some point. im pretty sure such was the case with slaughterhouse five, clockwork orange and farenheit 451 and although im quite sure there were no textual references to siken, i do think his works fit nicely thematically. where poetry is concerned, they absolutely referenced frost

[embodies]

the cortez has a way of getting to people, worming it way into their minds like a leech eager for brain matter. at its heart, that is what this hotel and all its inhabitants do after all. consume. elizabeth likes to savour the energies in each room like a beating heart, complicit in the affairs and secrecies that occur simply by allowing them to happen. it is a stark reminder that humanity is not as pure as it claims itself to be, corruption seeming from the pores of the wallpaper like a mist. horrid things have happened here, and will continue to happen. like the ouroboros eating its own tail, the cycle will begin anew. the countess enjoys this rinse - repeat renewal ( has to enjoy it lest she stagnate in the boredom of it ) and tends to her allotment like it were a garden to grow plants in. she reaps the harvest of potential from the seedlings that slot themselves into her humble abode, spies the killers that may come to fruition before they know it herself.

the young woman before her has proven such, is proving it now as aggression radiates from her in waves. it is such a pungent presence, spices of cardamom popping on her tongue in anticipation. we could do such great things. she tuts, hands clasped together and eternally placid in comparison to the crackling rage of her prodigy - to - be. elizabeth's rage is a simmering one, visible in bursts and little else. she appears eternally calm to those who know her little.

❛ is that such a way to treat hospitality ? you seemed lost. i thought you ought to have someone to guide you. ❜ it is not the layout of the corridors she speaks of, but something far deeper. something glimmers in the eyes of this girl, speaks of a mask and a knife and a bloodlust unsatiable. the countess may know a thing or two of such desires. she eyes the taser with something akin to disinterest, a brow judgmentally raised. ❛ do you often answer offers for help with such violence ? ❜ the question is one of repulsion, but her intrigue is palpable. she hungers.

“now we can do this easy, or we can do this rough.” - elizabeth for sam!!

this hotel is a fucking maze. there is no rhyme nor reason to the bends and turns of the hallways; the path sam swore was the way to the elevators is a gateway to fucking nowhere. you'd think she'd bump into other guests, or even an employee or two (she knows that somebody works here, there was a maid cart by her room). nothing. a total ghost town.

it's starting to piss sam off. especially as she tries (unsuccessfully) to navigate her way back to her room. after a while, she's unsure if it's her imagination, but ... sam fucking swears she senses another person. turn after turn, sam glances over her shoulder and expects to find someone trailing behind her. paranoia creeps in, and sam pulls the taser out of her pocket.

finally, sam makes it back to semi-familiar territory. every corridor looks the same, but this is the path back to her room. the maid cart is missing, and in its place stands the most beautiful woman sam has ever seen in her life. evidently, her suspicions of being followed are not unfounded. her feet stand firm in their place, and her thumb hovers above the taser's button.

"yeah, and i'll make it rough." she retorts, holding out her weapon. "so tell me why the fuck you've been following me."