#[LPM]

[nenagang]

Me re duele nunca ser suficiente

[obsmax]

nobody understands the relationship between a girl and her obsession with The Mirror Visitor Quartet (she will never know peace again)

[draculipz]

estoy trabajando y me entraron unas ganas de chupársela

[asteria7fics]

It’s finally here, goobers.

The much requested sequel to Remplir Sa Bouche is finally here!

I have slaved over a hot stove to prepare this meal for all of you, but it was a labor of love. I could not have expected that original one-shot would have been so well liked. It certainly served its purpose as an appetizer, so many people were asking for more!

Anyway, please enjoy the first course of your meal! (๑>؂•̀๑)

[elmorinn]

Watercolor sketchbook practice feat. The Mirror Visitor ^^

I found out the experimental way that one can use watercolor in the sketchbook I'm working with right now, even though the paper is quite thin and it's not a watercolor sketchbook at all- :D so i quickly sketched down some floating heads to test it out, and it turned soooo much better than I expected xD

And of course for practice I used TMV characters :D (still re-reading it...)

If you're wondering, the yellowish paint on the page bottom is actually gouache with gold glitter! The only gouache color left from my art class gouache set ;_;

Featured characters from left to right, top to bottom: Gaëlle, Elisabeth, Ambroise and Archibald from La Passe-Miroir / The Mirror Visitor series ^^

[spookyveggies]

I am still alive, well, and drawing Mr. Stump & Co.

I'll probably post more soon :3 Can't believe my last post was in September,, a lot has happened since then for me that got in the way of consistent posting,, it just be like that sometimes

[mhtfhyyy]

Babeblade - lpm

[lovedbecauseitisknown]

The concept of incest in Anima is very interesting to me.

Obviously they must be a bit more relaxed than us about what is considered incest, given that they refer to each other as cousin. I don’t think that marrying each other presents any genetic problems since there’s about 8 or 9 generations between Ophelia and Artemis (and I’m assuming this length of time allows the cousins to be distant enough that it’s not a problem). Still, conceptually, this society is totally ok with marrying people they consider cousins.

They have a register of “consanguinity exemptions”, so the concept of incest does exist and there seems to be a not-so-strict line that they shouldn’t cross. I’d love to know what this line is (siblings? direct cousins?) and under what circumstances they decide that incest is ok.

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 10 : Furniture shopping

Jaako belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

_____

It’s been a while since this happened, but I hadn't missed it.

“When exactly did we lose them??”

“Here… More dangerous than forest.”

Maybe I should contextualize my predicament for the sake of clarity.

My name is Noelle J. Vincent. I am accompanied by Mao Aozora and Jaako.

And for the third time this month, I have lost my spouses at Ikea.

We’ve been in the process of moving in together to the Manor, and finding a bed big enough for Jaako’s giant frame has been quite the challenge. Mao is here for emotional support, meaning he complains out loud so I don’t have to.

“Noelle, have you tried calling them?” he asks.

“Both of their phones are on silent.”

“Shit. Should we make an announcement? Like for lost kids?”

“Sora is deaf and Mika will kill all of us if we embarass them like this.”

“Mika… won't kill. They’re… kind,” Jaako attempts in his poor english.

“Yeah, to you, maybe,” Mao mumbles before turning to me. “Is it always like this?”

“Yes. Sora gets distracted, doesn’t notice we're still walking ahead, Mika is the first to notice they're gone and goes back without telling anyone.”

“Jaako, can’t you sniff them?”

“He's not an animal, Mao.”

“Too… many… weird smells.”

Figures. This kind of outing is hard on Jaako too. I should be as efficient as possible to find them. Last time, Sora got lost because he was looking at bedsheets and lava lamps. The time before that, it was the LEDs. Is he like a magpie? Attracted to shiny things?

“Maybe we should separate.”

Mao groans, massaging his knee.

“Yeah, and get all of us lost? I don’t think so. If Ema’s stomach-turning horror movies taught me one thing, it's that if you get separated, you die.”

Right. His chronic pains might get in the way, too. This might be more complicated than I thought.

“I would argue that separating is usually the best course of action to ensure that at least one person will survive the threat. But since there is no life-threatening emergency, we should stay together.”

“I knew coming with you guys was a mistake.”

“Helpful.”

“Noelle… Your… box, is making noise.”

Jaako still calls cellphones “boxes”. It’s kind of endearing. But he's right, mine is vibrating. I look at the screen.

It's Mika. I immediately pick up.

“Yes.”

“Hey! Sorry I left without telling you guys. I found Sora.”

I breathe out a small sigh of relief.

“Good. Where are you?”

“Uh, in the hangar with all the furniture pieces. Sora’s rambling about how he found the best bedframe for Jaako but I don’t understand half of what they’re saying.”

“Okay. Stay right where you are. We're coming.”

“Yeah, will do- Oh shit she’s speeding ahead. I’ll try to at least keep her in the hangar but uuuuh gotta go love you bye.”

The call ends. I stare at my screen for a minute.

Gotta go love you bye.

Love you.

“... I love you too.”

“So?” Mao asks impatiently.

“They’re together. We’re going to join them.”

“Thank god.”

“... They… okay?”

“Yes, Jaako. They’re fine.”

The giant smiles at me, looking a lot less nervous. Being with Mika really did wonders for him. I guess it did for me too.

Anyways.

I have found my spouses at Ikea.

[bananindu]

I'm useless, I only had to do ONE thing

Kill me

[thal-chandra]

Thanks to @noa-de-cajou and @corneille-but-not-the-author for giving me the characters to do that old ass meme lmao

The characters are all over the place but I like them a lot. They're my babies. Also rip Dark you were here for one panel and it was to get away from the police

[corneille-but-not-the-author]

Fire

(I challenge you to indentify every character here, there are a few hints in the notes)

I've never been scared of fire.

I know it's stupid. Mom would always tell me I should be more careful when handling the candles to light up the scene. She would tell me "Fire is dangerous, fire is destruction".

But I wouldn't believe her. Because fire is light, and fire is love.

Fire is the way I dance and smile.

Fire is light in darkness, fire is our beating hearts.

Fire is life, and that's why i wanted to reignite the flames in your heart. That's why I made you walk in flames, so that you can see they can be tamed. So that you can see there is no danger in taking risks. So that we could love each other completely without being haunted by phantoms of our pasts.

We are one, right now.

And I love you more than anything.

I've always been scared of fire.

Mom would put her hand on my shoulder, make me look at her subjects, my subjects. She would smile and the flames, in the braziers, would expand the shadows on her face, making it look like a deranged mask.

Flame is the truth, and I couldn't bear it.

It would always be the same room. Those four walls, those pillars of stone, the Kraken Coast only has one hall worthy of being called kingly. And my mother, the Queen, would sit in her throne and deliver justice.

How many peope died while I was looking at them ?

How many have I seen perish in the flames Mother held ?

That was her magic. Flames. And she would use it against anyone daring to conspire against her. Sometimes, she would wake me up, in the middle of the night, and bring me to isolated places. Then, she would smile, and command.

Dodge. Dodge. Dodge. Or burn.

"You shall be a weapon. And I shall forge you."

Fire means truth. But distinguishing my nightmares from the truth, all those memories, is so difficult, now that it's other.

Fire is a weapon. And only I can wield it properly.

I'm merely a man of the Church. A devotee under Flame and her guidance. My passion, my drive, those are not to doubt anymore.

I was scared of fire, a long time ago. Now, I am the torch. I choose who to purify. I choose who to blame. I am justice.

Because it's all it's ever been about, isn't it ? Justice is just another name for power. And now, as I'm about to be crowned King, I'm the most just man in the land.

One last detail to solve.

One last problem.

Use this weapon one last time. Unleash my goddess upon the world. Purify those ignorants, those savages. And make sure the word will never be the same.

A long time ago, a Prophet told me I would be a Key to open a new Era. And if it means dancing in a symphony of flames, I would gladly oblige.

Fire is my tomb and I need to run.

I got back to save a life.

I will save a life.

Sacrifice mine.

Is it so problematic ?

...

I'm thinking about the one I love.

It's weakening me.

I need to do it.

They need you too.

I need to save him.

He's a murderer. You're the paragon.

That's because I'm the paragon I won't. Ever. Give up.

...

I'm so sorry.

But I don't think I can take any more steps.

...

Think about them. Never surrender. You already fought the flames, multiple times. Why would those be any different ?

It's a life.

And I'm going to save it. No matter the cost.

Flames. Flames everywhere.

Why are we doing this ?

It's a fight to the death. Between Men and Beasts. One against the Horde. It's a fight to get rid, once and for all, of those who kill and devour our children.

I feel dirty.

"You're not a murderer, Kaspar"

And so I killed to prove them wrong.

"You can stop this !"

I can't. I can't. It's too late.

"You're not a bad person, Kaspar Schutz."

Shut up. Shut up. Shut. UP.

...

A melody.

A last ditch effort to save me.

You shouldn't save me.

I am the one who lit the forest on fire. I am the one who killed all those people. While trying to bring justice to the world, I ended up being a second Walpurgis.

I did start the fire. And I do not control any of it, now.

I'm so sorry.

"There is still fire in him ! It's not over !"

I have lost coun of my patients. I would say it's roughly the ninetyth pseudo-corpse I'm getting today. This one is in a particularly bad shape, though. I recognize the commander of one of those two armies which are rendering my whole body of work fucking useless, outside.

"Hey ! Do you hear me ?!"

I scream, so that he does not fade into unconsciousness. I do not care from which side he is, or who he is, I'm a doctor. Doctor never let their patients die.

Not while they still have fire in them.

"Breathe ! What is your name, my dumb fucker ?!"

"Jar...Jarghalsaikhan..."

"Good ! I'll call you Jar ! I'm Herbert, pleased to meet you !"

I crack a smile. By those who call themselves gods, we're going to loose him. I grab my scalpel. Look at all those injuries. I hear the cries of the other soldiers. I hear the plaints.

I hear the war, outside.

"Stay with me, son !"

Think of life as a bright, magnificent flame.

Think of doctors as flamekeepers, always on duty, never letting it go.

Think of my job as anything else than the blood, the organs, the guilt, the empty stares, the end.

Think.

"Think, Jar ! And whatever you do, do, not, fucking, fall asleep ! Or you're dead, you hear me ?!"

He heard me right.

My smile stays on. Good. I think we can save this one.

Fire is passion.

Fire is love.

Fire is our skins, so firmly put against one another. The warmth, the kisses, uninterrupted.

Fire is the way you move and the way I feel.

Fire is the last step before transcendance.

Fire is the seventh sky.

Fire is my love for you.

For you all.

I might be an empress. A phoenix. The fire burning inside me is nor for my ennemies, not my opponent. It's a gentle one. For loving, only. Never hurting.

There was a time I thought it was a liability.

The truth is, I do not care, now.

They may see me as weak. They may see me as feeble.

But don't they dare lay a single hand on you.

I feel so little.

I'm trapped.

A little soul in a big hunk of metal.

I'm alone.

I'm scared.

But I have difficulties to grasp what is "scared".

Should I even be able to breathe ?

I don't think i'm breathing.

My little flame is so weak.

A smile.

Another victim of my existence.

I'm very sorry.

But at the same time...

"What is a child, anyway ?"

[obsmax]

[hel-phoenyx]

Zuza belongs to @soupedepates

TW mention of child sex trafficking

___

Sometimes it's hard giving a phone call, even in work.

I'm not among the kind that has difficulties giving phone calls. It's more a problem of my third child, even though she is getting better with therapy and aids. But since autism often runs in the family and my beloved have absolutely no history related to it, at least from my knowledge, I guess I should look from my side and wonder.

Mairù is the textbook ASD genius, after all.

Maybe I shouldn't dwell on that. After all, the reason that phone call is hard to begin is not because I am afraid of phoning anyone, even colleagues. But I'm tired, saddened and really, really don't wanna add to her burden, so my mind wanders to avoid pressing the call button.

Com'on, Baku, you're not doing it for fun. She has to know.

I press the red icon on my screen. It's my professional number, but I've always preferred using a smartphone rather than the hospital dect. I'll always be young at heart, it seems.

"Hello, Mrs Majak. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

On the other side of the phone, a tired voice with a heavy polish accent answers.

"No, not at all, doctor Claro. I was on break, my next patient is in half an hour. Is there something wrong ?"

"My apologies for keeping you out of your break. i'll make this quick. See, I've forwarded a patient to you, yesterday..."

"Oh, I've noticed that, yes, I've read your email. I've already planned an appointment for her tomorrow. Is there something else with her ?"

"Well, if you'd remember correctly, I mentioned in the e-mail she was coming for unhealthy bleeding, and I've judged her case would be at least stabilized if we put her on the pill and send her to a professional... I am no gynecologist, sadly..."

A pause on the other side of the phone, while the words I want to say stay stuck in my throat. "And you're one of the best midwives I know." I know Zuza Majak enough to figure out in that context, it will only add more pressure on her shoulders. Especially with what I'm about to tell her.

She didn't notice my hesitation, giving me enough time to carry on.

"... The problem is that I was too hasty, and new examination concluded to other antecedents. Which I figured I should tell you at least by phone before putting it in her file, because poor thing is currently crying in her room and my nurses can't do anything to calm her down."

"This sounds serious. What is it ?"

I sigh. Here we go, the hard part.

"That woman is a sex trafficking survivor."

I hear a gasp on the other side of the phone. I guess even ever-professionnal Zuza couldn't hold her alarm.

"I've picked up traces of abuse on her body during the exit assessment, and when I questionned her about the lesions, she burst into tears," I continue, trying to be as factual as possible. "She wanted to keep silent on the matter, but when I argued it could be an information for her treatment, she asked me I'd be the one to tell you, and keep that to the medical domain. Apparently she wants to talk about it the less she can. I can't blame her."

"I suppose... That's why you're telling me that on the phone."

"Yes. Sorry for this difficult conversation, but I had to find the best way to accomodate her wishes."

It's one of the difficult situations a doctor has to face. Choices to make, accompagnment to pick up so you can help the patient while respecting her wishes, trying to be factual while keeping her privacy. In that situation, especially, it's awful.

And I know I am sending this woman to a midwife already preoocupied by familial matters, for I have seen her son in my emergency rooms. I just couldn't think of any better person that Zuza for that.

A second of silence passes, before she sighs.

"Thank you for warning me. I'll put that in her file when I open it, and I'll try to be considerate when she comes see me. Since we're at it, how old are the lesions ?"

"Years, it's after-effects from CSA. The fact she has an active sex life now doesn't help. i've noted all the recent info in the file I've forwarded, it's the older antecedents that were an awful surprise."

"I see. Nothing else noteworthy ?"

"Not that I can think of. I'll put them in the file if needed and allowed to. I'll leave you to your break, now. May I ask how you're doing before that ?"

I can hear the silence.

"I suppose I am doing fine. Thanks for worrying, doctor."

I know damn well that's a lie.

But I am not her friend. i am not someone she trusts in her personal life. i am just the head of ER services at the hospital she works with, that forwarded her a lot of patients and feels closure only because we have the same way of thinking about the people entrusting their care to us.

So it's not my place to say anything else.

I just nod.

"I hope it will continue to be better. Take care, Mrs Majak."

"You too, doctor."

I hang up and sigh.

Sometimes the hardest part about being a doctor is not having lives in our hands.

It's seeing the people we can't help wither before us. Patients, colleagues or just people in the street with bloodshot eyes and tired expressions.

[asteria7fics]

Hope you’re hungry for the next course, because the second part of La Petite Mort is out NOW!

TW at the beginning of the chapter because I touch on some heavier subjects than normal in this one.

Bon appetite!