#DarkReflections

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[electricslothocalypse]

A letter

To the idiot kid who thought feeling everything was weakness,

Newsflash: your brain’s a haunted house, and you’re the stubborn ghost who won’t leave. The silence? It’s not peace—it’s the screaming nobody hears but you. Spoiler alert: you’re gonna fall so hard you’ll think gravity’s personally out to get you. But hey, at least you’re consistent.

Those scars? Not badges. More like your body’s terrible attempt at abstract art. Congrats, you’re a walking, breathing mess with a side of chaos.

One day, you’ll learn to wear your pain like a damn suit of armor—rusty, dented, but hell if it doesn’t make you look intimidating. Until then, keep tripping over your own demons like the clumsy bastard you are. Bonus points if you do it with style.

Remember: even steel breaks when it’s hit enough times. But the cracks? That’s just where the light sneaks in—if you’re lucky.

So keep walking through your personal hell, champ. At least you’ve got front row seats.

— Future you, probably drinking to forget

[burning-beneath]

"WELCOME BACK."

The air in the metallic room pressed down on Sam like a suffocating weight. The machines pulsed in slow rhythm, monitors flickering until only one word remained: “WELCOME BACK.” Sam’s breath caught in her throat. A slow, creaking noise echoed through the room. Something moved. Unfolding from the shadows, the figure emerged—its limbs too smooth, too deliberate. A faceless mask reflected the…

[harmonyhealinghub]

Whispers from the Mirror Shaina Tranquilino October 2, 2024

Sara stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the warm steam from her shower fogging the edges of the glass. Her reflection stared back at her, tired eyes and tangled hair. She sighed, reaching for her toothbrush, when something—faint, almost imperceptible—caught her attention.

“Sara…”

The voice was soft, like the barest breath of wind. She froze, her hand gripping the toothbrush. Her eyes flicked to the foggy mirror, heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, all was silent. She shook her head, brushing it off as the remnants of sleep clinging to her mind.

The next morning, the whisper returned.

“Sara…”

This time, it was louder, clearer. She whipped her head toward the mirror, scanning her reflection for any sign of the voice’s source. But it was just her, standing in the dull morning light, staring into her own eyes. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, and hurried out of the bathroom.

Days passed, and each morning, the voice grew stronger. At first, it called her name in that soft, eerie tone, but as the days wore on, it became insistent, demanding.

“Sara… Look at me…”

Her mornings were now filled with dread. She began avoiding the mirror altogether, brushing her teeth in a hurry, refusing to meet her reflection. But the voice was always there, louder, more desperate. Even in the middle of the night, she swore she could hear it calling her, muffled but present, pulling her from sleep.

One night, after waking drenched in cold sweat, she made a decision. She had to know what it was. She had to face it.

The next morning, she stood before the mirror, hands trembling, her reflection distorted by her fear. The voice was loud now, deafening, an urgent, hoarse whisper.

“Sara… Look at me. Please…”

She slowly raised her eyes, staring into her own reflection. But as she looked, something strange began to happen. Her reflection didn’t move in sync with her. It stood still, staring at her with a cold, dead-eyed gaze, while Sara’s breath hitched in her throat.

“Who are you?” Sara asked, her voice shaking.

The reflection’s lips curled into a sinister smile. It wasn’t her anymore. It was something else, something wrong. The face in the mirror was twisted, eyes dark and hollow, mouth stretching unnaturally wide as it spoke.

“I’ve been waiting,” it hissed. “So long, waiting for you to let me in…”

Sara stepped back, her chest tight with panic. Her reflection followed, not in motion, but as if it glided toward her. The air in the bathroom grew colder, thick with a suffocating presence.

“What do you want?” Sara whispered, her back pressing against the door.

The figure in the mirror tilted its head, its grin widening.

“You,” it said, voice dripping with malice. “I want you.”

Without warning, the bathroom lights flickered, and the mirror began to ripple, the surface warping as if the glass were made of liquid. The reflection's hands, once flat against the mirror, began to push through, stretching into Sara's world. The pale fingers reached for her, grasping the air, clawing for her skin.

Sara screamed, stumbling backward, but the hands were faster. Cold, clammy fingers latched onto her wrists, pulling her toward the mirror with an unnatural strength. She fought, thrashing and kicking, but the mirror seemed to drag her closer, its surface swallowing her inch by inch.

As her reflection’s face loomed closer, its empty eyes locked onto hers, Sara’s breath hitched. The last thing she heard before the darkness consumed her was its final whisper.

"Now, you belong to me."

The mirror fell silent. The bathroom returned to its usual stillness, the air warm once more.

A day later, Sara’s friend, Emily, knocked on her apartment door. When no one answered, she let herself in. Everything looked normal, except for the bathroom. The door was ajar, the mirror perfectly clean, gleaming in the dim light. Emily stepped closer, calling Sara’s name.

When she looked into the mirror, there was no reflection.

But a faint whisper echoed from the glass.

"Emily..."

[purpleenma]

Since December last year I've been keeping these illustrations secret because they were going to be part of the @darkreflections-zine , but sadly it was not possible to publish the zine in the end 😔. So at least that gives me the permission to finally share them with all of you!

There's a third piece in full color I will post tomorrow ✨

*See the third illustration here or in AO3.

[starrylol]

Sadly the @darkreflections-zine was cancelled due to personal circumstances, my thoughts go to the team ❤️🙏

Here is what I draw a while back, my take on AOS mcspirk and the mirrorverse!🩵💛💙

[hauntedmagnolia]

This is heartbreaking but so true—sometimes, we’re our own worst enemies, our harshest critics, and that’s how they keep us under control. If we truly knew our worth, it would terrify them. We let them tear us down because we’ve convinced ourselves we don’t deserve more. We show them how to treat us by how we treat ourselves.

#SouthernGothic #Ethereal #Haunting #SelfWorth #FadedBeauty #WomenSupportingWomen #HauntedByDoubt #BrokenButBrave #DarkReflections #EerieTruth

୨୧ made by me

[mindmatrixr]

Anubis & the Weight of Truth | Dark Psychology Myth #mythology #mindset #quotes by Mind Matrix Anubis didn’t judge with emotion—he weighed the soul against truth. A mythological breakdown of judgment, emotional burden, and spiritual balance. #AnubisTruth #WeightOfSoul #DarkMythPsychology #SoulWeighing #MythosMind #ShadowArchetype #EgyptianMythology #MythWisdom #FeatherAndHeart #JudgmentWithin #DarkReflection #InnerBalance #SpiritualSymbolism #MythologyShorts #AnubisWasRight anubis judgment myth, heart and feather egypt, emotional burden myth, subconscious guilt symbolism, ancient soul psychology, death and truth, dark archetypes explained, mythology and emotion, myth and justice, egyptian soul path, afterlife myth logic, buried truth psychology, soul weight explained, heart metaphor myth, anubis and trauma, myth of morality, truth and shame archetypes, mental weight symbolism, spiritual balance myth, myth-based therapy, subconscious judgment themes, feather of ma’at meaning, mythological metaphors, truth vs illusion, psyche and soul weight, ancient wisdom shorts, shadow truth anubis, dark reflection myth, soul scale symbolism via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60VKoPhsFlE

[icopixelcraft]

Mystical Mausoleum: A Serene Sanctuary Amidst Nature

Experience the harmony between architecture and nature with this mesmerizing art piece. Depicting a mausoleum surrounded by lush trees, the enigmatic tropics and dark reflections evoke a sense of peace and tranquility.

[darkshadowstales]

[djangopiano]

Empty store. Mirror on the back wall.#thatsmeinthemirror #carlkissin #kissinimprov #darkreflections #latenight #perambulations #columbusavenue #nomorestores #hellodarknessmyoldfriend https://www.instagram.com/p/B31ONAHJRIq/?igshid=gf0fyv2yx68o

[sirandrewisaac]

Underrated Book Project Letter F: The Flowing Queen 📖 An original and exciting adventure in an alternate Venice, where the Egyptians have taken over the world with their army of the dead and a mysterious Flowing Queen tries to protect her people from a cruel destiny. 📚 #theflowingqueen #thestonelight #theglassword #thedarkreflections #darkreflections #diefließendekönigin #dassteinernelicht #dasgläsernewort #merletrilogie #kaimeyer #venice #underratedbookproject #brosofbookstagram #bibliophile #bookstagram #instabooks #bookstagramfeature #bookswormfeature #bookishtag #bookish #bookaddict #bookporn #booklove #coverlove #coverporn #bookworm #bookdragon #igreads

[callmejeff86]

"Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see." - - - #jeffpaynephotography #mirror #reflection #tennesseephotography #tennesseephotographer #leaves #dark #canon80d #canon @canonusa #photography #tricitiesphotographer #jonesboroughphotographer #johnsoncityphotographer #darkreflections #horror #horrorphotography #scary #woman #horrorphotographer #mirrorphoto #mirrorphotography