#mirror lapis

[badendfriendstournament]

SIDE-A

Group 17

[lucidskulls]

She was trapped in a mirror, and it couldn't be clearer.

[giulianatheordianycatgirl]

Mirror Collin

[fizpup]

easily one of my favorite character designs ever

[insomnia-acquirer]

love tragic characters!

[skipppppy]

Wanted to do some personal stuff between work so I went back to my baby artist roots and redrew a Steven Universe screencap…one of my first gay crushes on god

(psst. my commissions are open!)

[mote-historie]

Cartier Paris, Vanity Case, ca. 1927; Produced by Cartier (Paris, France); Manufactured by Henri Lavabre (French); Lapis lazuli, carved jade, carved ruyi, coral, diamonds, lacquer, mirrored plate glass, gold, platinum; 9.9 × 5.2 × 1.7 cm (3 7/8 × 2 1/16 × 11/16 in.);

Photo: Doug Rosa

Jeweled Splendors of the Art Deco Era: The Prince and Princess Sadruddin Aga Khan Collection features exquisite work from premier jewelry houses of Europe and America – among them Cartier, Van Cleef & Arpels, Lacloche Frères, Boucheron and Bulgari – dating from 1910 to 1938.

[thunder-wolf64]

Screen shot redraw! Her color palette is so cool when she's first introduced in the Mirror Gem episode.

[the-witchs-cafe]

Nemesis

The Witch of Dead Zones, with a trapped nature. Hear the echoes' calls- hear the tides' songs. Floating amidst these acidic, corroding waters, her fragmented memories have all but fully slipped away from her grasps; forever rewinding between every moment's abrupt end and beginning- a clash between her preservation of the sweeter past and her current afflictions.

The frigid chains binding her to the ocean's crushing depths have even pierced the very foundations of her mind; robbing the witch of whatever hope there was for liberation as her veins and limpid tears coalesced into rivers of reflective ice. As the Earth turns and rotates without care, the witch shall remain- feeling every tremble and tremor of the world outside of her freezing prison as its residents dance their hearts away without a shred of awareness or care towards her punishment.

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Barrier appearance:

If I may be honest, I feel like this could very well be a case similar to that of Homulilly's; in which Nemesis' countless mistakes, hailing from her former life, have come back to bite her. Trapped within this underwater, claustrophobic prison, the chains tying her down hail from the heavens above, far beyond the skyline, and appear to fade away into the distance as she writhes on the deep, dark ocean floors.

As you dive deeper, away from the wooden debris, torn VHS reels, and rotting foundations of what was once a save haven, the waters' darkness shall deepen, until all that is left are these shining shards surrounding you, replaying old memories like broken records, and these cruel chains that still appear to go on forever. The memories, your memories- they appear to be out of order; a pathetic, corrupted mimicry of all these cherished times you and your loved ones have endured together, as though the witch was either heckling at or even punishing you for even risking it all to reach her.

There is no "final warning"; this is your one and only chance to take the hint, a hike, and move on with your life as if you've never discovered this area in the first place.

The crushing depths, as painful as they were to traverse through, have ultimately assisted you in the end; using the heightened gravity of the ocean's deepest corners, the shards around you began to chip away until you realize that all that are around you now are these specks of broken glass- pathetic, the size of a strand of hair, and having lost their luminescence. It's so dark in here- aside from the glow of your soul gem, there's nothing but pitch black surrounding you...

This can't be it, can it? Usually a witch's labyrinth is sprawling with their little familiars- you can't exactly put it into words, but there's a sense of activity in them - never a dull moment for when it comes to fighting witches -, but...not in this one. In every sense of the word, this barrier is nothing more than an abandoned, lifeless wasteland. If not for the faint traces of magic that have lead you here, you wouldn't be blamed for believing that this might be some unique case where a labyrinth like this one has been abandoned somehow. If a witch couldn't even conjure up the familiars required to keep her own abode safe, then either she was a whole new level of weakling, or so full of herself that she saw no need for them.

So, you continue on. Still swimming, still scouting, still on your guards- yet there's nothing there. You're almost certain that you've reached the bottom; how long has it been since you've last entered this underwater realm, anyway? It couldn't have been over a few hours...

This witch sure loves her game of hide and seek, huh? As lengthy as it was, now's the time for the fun to reach its end. You checked on your soul gem one last time just to be extra sure, and, of course, the witch's magic is still present. All you gotta do now is drag that sorry bitch and make her see justice for all the curses she has inflicted upon mankind...

... That, and because you really have to recharge your soul gem after you've used it to track that bitch down repeatedly. Oh, she's going to pay dearly for all this trouble she's-

...caused?

A surge of warm water have pushed you forwards without warning; causing you to lose balance and briefly forget how to swim for a good 5 seconds. Gathering yourself together, you turn around and attempt to cast a bright glow from your soul gem so that you could come face-to-face with this monstrosity-

Riiiight before you just got beaten to the punch. The light emitting from the angler jutting out of her head got brighter with each second; revealing the witch's grotesque form at its fullest. A behemoth that definitely looked like she deserved these freezing chains digging into her scales and bones, if her bloodied, glass teeth and deep, dark, and sunken eyes were any indication. She's been in this state for quite the stretch of time, too; the witch's limbs, as strong as they appeared to be, were slim and lacking in muscle tissue; even the webbing on her hands were torn apart in various areas and sections, and she had to take some time so she could turn her head towards your direction.

You weren't exactly terrified of the witch herself in particular, though.

What had caused your heart to sink down to your stomach was another beast; one possessing little to no humanity or even compassion when compared to the witch herself. A silhouette of a disaster to come, it looked like that monster was looking down at you with sadistic glee...and was smiling giddily at the event that's about to unfold.

Oh, boy.

Her witch's kiss could be best described as an image of a sprout of some sorts; a cold, frigid seed cracking open in order to grant the fleshy tendrils that have been biding their time within their long-awaited chance of escape- an omen of impending disaster that is just around the corner.

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Familiars:

Adrasteia. Minion of the Witch of Dead Zones. Her duty is to share her burdens. A fellow inmate, the beast residing just beneath the surface the witch lays upon, the reflection of all her fallacies and her failings- nothing more than a mindless shadow of what her master wishes to hide away from the world. A haunting memory for years to come, this pathetic mimicry of a behemoth embodies nothing but every meaning of the word "power" that still echoes within the halls of the witch's mind.

Neither master nor minion tolerates the other's company, yet, to this familiar, the witch is her other half- she "completes" her. As much as she despises her current role in all of this, these brief moments of freedom and bloodshed still manage to make all these years of agony and atrophy all the more worth it.

[letsgetreadytotumble]

2023 TUMBLR'S LITTEST MEOW MEOW COMPETITION ROUND 1: REFLECTING AND DEFLECTING

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the littlest meow meow of them all?

[sevenines]

reading through the end of an era artbook rn and interestingly they include this moment as an example of pearl's gag order:

which is curious, because 1. she's talking about lapis ("it should only be following orders) and 2. she talks through her hand anyways. ignoring the second point and the possibility that this could just be a mistake/not intended (a 3rd party couldve compiled this and it slipped through), i wonder if pink diamond directly had something to do with lapis' imprisonment.

[badendfriendstournament]

ROUND 2

SIDE-A GROUP 9

[hairscare]

been rewatching steven universe lately heres some lapisses

[theevilnae]

I’ve been meaning to repaint this Lapis piece for the longest time and I finally got around to it. I love doing these character arc focused pieces. They make me so happy!

[monsestudio]

[acourtofantumbra]

Ok, I've already spent time wildly speculating about this random scene from ACOWAR where Feyre is struck by a memory of her "Prince of Merchants" father and a lapis lazuli pendant "from the ruins of an arid south-eastern kingdom, where the Fae had ruled as gods"...

So imagine my surprise when I come across this scene during my reread of HoF. Lapis lazuli mentioned specifically, along with gold, in the decoration of a knife that came from Eyllwe and was purchased from a merchant from the southern continent...

Both the memory and presence of these items seem to inspire uncontrolled, but visceral, memories for both Aelin and Feyre.

I've talked at length about the significance of lapis lazuli in particular (and what it could mean for these items), but mostly I'm here to say... "That's suspicious."

Heir of Fire, Chapter 34 & A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 43