#mirror: pandora

[brushstrokes-art]

au where pit’s a trans girl who hasn’t figured it out yet and then the mirror of truth speedruns dp’s transition. and nothing else changes.

[pierppasolini]

Pandora’s Mirror (1981) // dir. Shaun Costello

[your-girl-nina]

The Rosier twins gave uncanny valley. They looked mostly human, their skin felt human. But their eyes. Their eyes weren't 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. Speaking to one of them felt like speaking to a corpse. Some people swore those two never blinked, Evan never smiled, Pandora never stopped smiling. Even if barty thought Evan was the most beautiful man he ever laid his eyes upon, deep down he was severely unsettled.

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[maluceh]

they were girls together

[watching-pictures-move]

Pandora's Mirror (Costello, 1981)

[foursaints]

do you think evan feels pretty? like do you think he has the capacity, or will barty just perpetually shower him with compliments while he sits there thinking wtf is this man on about

i think he’s very fond of the way he looks, because he looks just like his sister

[swadloom]

kid icarus fans going through ao3 forcing themselves through the most godawful erotic fic summaries in existence just to see their obscure fav appears in 2 stories ever

[vorchagirl]

Through A Mirror Darkly - chapter 16

Through A Mirror Darkly - chapter 16

While the Reaper IFF is being installed, Pandora takes the opportunity to meet up with the Alliance who have reached out to her via her father, Admiral Stephen Hackett. What she isn't expecting is that Kaidan has a dark history with Hackett, and when the two men meet things quickly spiral out of control.

Cover Art of Subject Zero Kaidan is by LeFlay Art! A snippet is below the cut:

"Pan! Get away from him!" Her father sounded almost panicked, and she heard him step forward, though Kaidan's eyes flicked back to him and he stopped in his place. "Pan, please! He's dangerous!" 

"Kaidan," she spoke gently and raised her hand, placing it gently on his chest. His skin was burning hot, and the moment she touched him his gaze moved to her, though his expression didn't alter. "I don't care about what you did." She let him see the truth in her eyes. "I already know you've done terrible things, but you're not the person you used to be, so I don't care." 

She could see Kaidan struggling to bring himself under control. Every muscle in his body was tense, and he was trembling with rage. Whatever he'd done to get himself discharged it was something that haunted him, no matter how tough he acted. She knew a lot about him; that he'd been tortured mentally and psychologically, that he'd been addicted to red sand and other drugs to increase his biotics, and that he'd done horrific things for the Alliance and for Cerberus.

But she'd never asked for details; she wondered now if she should have.

With a shuddering breath he managed to reel his power in and the blue aura around him faded, though she could still see the tension in his muscles and feel the thrumming power of his biotics. 

"You'll hate me," he spoke so quietly that Pandora almost didn't hear him, but he raised his hand and pressed it over hers where it rested on his chest. "What I did…” he shuddered as though he couldn't finish the sentence. “You'll hate me."

Read the full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6049996/chapters/141188842

[hamartiologic]

🦢 Pandora Oración Ylaya

default ⋆ manipulation ⋆ thrillseeker (v) 20-25 | genderfluid [she/he] bisexual | 4'11"

An amicable and studious individual who weaves her way in and out of interpersonal relationships with practiced ease, with the main goal of establishing an elaborate web of connections in order to secure resources and a life of freedom for herself. He deals with a pervasive guilt complex regarding his desires, constantly ruminating over the harm that befalls others that he may have a hand in.

Pandora might be able to communicate with people from all sorts of lives by adjusting herself ever so slightly, but she's acutely aware of her place and tries not to fall under anyone's 'control'. He anchors himself to who he is and refuses to be changed by others, harboring a paranoia of other people attempting to do this to him and take away his autonomy.

[movie-gate]

Pandora's Mirror (1981) Shaun Costello

[ladyphibes]

[pierppasolini]

Pandora's Mirror (1981) // dir. Shaun Costello

[weredragon]

my man kevin

[yanderefairyangel]

I am bored so if you want to ask me questions, you can.

You can ask me stuff about : Pandora Hearts, Vanitas no Carte, Fe games (from Fe 1 to Fe 17, warriors included) horror visual novel like Ib, Pocket Mirror or games of the kind, Vocaloid. 

Please don’t ask anything weird and if I don’t answer, don’t get upset because it may be that I simply don’t find answer or I don’t want to answer for any reasons

[orbitfalls]

thursday snippet (even though it's not thursday anymore)!!

thank u @sugarsnappeases for the tag<33

you're getting a little piece of the upcoming chapter of east of eden, told from pandora's point of view<3

(the 'evan' she's talking to is her reflection btw)

She hasn't had the chance to wash her hands yet, they still feel filthy. To escape this, she swings into one of the bathrooms on her way; letting the water run until it feels warm enough to scold, sticking her trembling fingers into the ruthless stream from the tab and keeping them there until she can't feel them anymore, it's become quite a routine these days. She leans on the sink when she reaches to turn off the tab with her elbow. Her fingers are red from the throbbing heat of the water, and they dig into the edge of the sink like the smooth, pale porcelain counts as a human touch if she wants it to badly enough. She imagines feeling a pulse beating beneath the glazed surface, imagines clinging to it until she could swear she feels it in her fingers. At last, she recognizes the feeling of the tear that rolls down her cheek silently. She lets it run for a moment, allows it to hurt, before its path curves, and it trickles down into the corner of her mouth. She sticks her tongue out to catch it; giggling, more tears start to fall. As she looks up, fingers digging into the cold porcelain of the sink, she finds Evan in the bathroom mirror's reflection, teary-eyed and laughing back at her through pale eyebrows. She sniffs. The lamp from the ceiling drags harsh shadows under her brow bone, shields her eyes from the warm light. "One day, Evan," she states, eyes glued to her reflection, "Tom Riddle is going to die." She swallows. "He's going to die, and it won't be me who killed him." A soft click sounds from her tongue, a subconscious habit that she picked up from Evan years ago. She leans closer to the mirror's blank surface. "It doesn't matter to me. I don't care if he's dead or alive; I'll carve his heart straight out of his chest, and I'll keep it in a plastic bag until I reach California." She imagines Evan looking at her, a long look that drags out for minutes before he blinks. The heart, he will know about; he will know, instinctively, that they have three beating hearts, now. There will still be guts spilled up to Pandora's elbows; she'll be squeezing the epicardium a hundred and twenty times a minute just to keep it beating through her travel, and when she hands it to Evan, he will put it in a glass jar of liquid nitrogen and place it on her nightstand with a proud smile. "Hello, sister," is what he'll say. "Welcome back to California."

No pressure tags to @sophyayayayaya (dunno if you want the thingie you showed me to see the light of day or not but if you'd like) and also @grimsneverendingfuneral because i'm actually obsessed with your rosekiller snippets 🤭🫀