#mirror’s musings ♫

[crazychaoticizzy]

haha they're so cute (this is my last straw)

~mirror <3

[radiovour]

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vam × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 ❞ prompts × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❞ inbox × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒕𝒔 ❞ musings × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒍 ❞ aesthetic × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏 ❞ dash games × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 ❞ radio × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈... ❞ headcanon × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓 ❞ mirror × 𝕠𝕠𝕔 ―♮♫˟~ ❝ 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 ❞

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[twistedcveryway]

{ tag dump 2 }

[iron-sparrow]

death is not the end

When storm clouds gather around and heavy rains descend Just remember that death is not the end ⸺ ♫

As Gulool Ja Ja lay dying, his flesh withering, his milky eyes shift their focus to find the champion ⸺ his champion, his Yein of Iron ⸺ knelt in the corner of his vision.

"I see... a sparrow," he rumbles weakly, the corners of his mouth raising half an ilm in a valiant effort to smile. He can hear his children's weeping still, despite his efforts to assuage their sorrow.

Yein returns his smile, as he knew they would. Bare palms normally protected by leather and metal touch his lips, brushing over skin and teeth. It touches him in a way he had come to love.

"We might be too large in size," he muses, "to become one of your little birds..."

A wet sound leaves Yein's scarred lips, letting the dying sovereign glimpse their pointed teeth.

"Maybe you will return as a very large bird," they offer, "with two heads." Despite their forced mirth, their fingers are trembling as they caress him.

"Perhaps," Gulool Ja Ja heaves in agreement. He attempts to see them more clearly, hoping to commit their shape to his final memory. A quivering smile shifts his wrinkled lips against their touch.

"I cannot wait... to introduce you to him. My brother..."

"Me too, dawnlight," the elezen says. As Gulool Ja Ja's eyes drift shut, they mirror his expression and curl forward to press their scarred cheek against the skin between his eyes.

Nearby, Wuk Lamat is screaming one last time for her papa.

For the tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies ⸺ ♫

[lale-txt]

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀 (𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲

♫ Weyes Blood - Mirror Forever

No one's ever gonna give you a trophy For all the pain and the things you've been through No one knows but you Kinda crazy when you're looking right through me Something forceful about yourself Just say the word and baby, know that I'll be there I'm not scared

⭅ back to m.list

She kissed him once.

Akaashi isn’t sure if she even remembers it. Or if he wants her to remember. 

She kissed him once and it had tasted like salt and blood; a deep sense of sorrow lingering afterwards. It’s like she carved herself into his being, leaving him with claw marks on the walls of his heart. He would never forget how she pressed her face into his palm when he cupped her face, like some wounded animal, only to snap and bite and push him away one heartbeat later. Akaashi never laid his eyes on anyone more beautiful than her, with her mascara smudged, glassy eyes looking right through him, her bottom lip split open.

It had been his first year at university, at some welcome party. He really didn’t want to go, but Kuroo dragged him there, and while Akaashi stood alone in some corner filled with dread, regret and too much moscow mule, she found him. 

“You’re lonely.”

It wasn’t a question, more an observation. Akaashi was pretty sure that his heart had stuttered from the way her eyes were pinned on him, drinking him in. Like she was ready to pounce on some prey, and gods, he wanted to let her devour him, just to see what would be left of him once she teared him apart. 

She kissed him once, and he could tell that she had been crying, small hiccups swallowed between their lips. He didn’t even know her name at that time, but if anyone would have asked him, he’d tell them that his heart had recognized her, that surely they must be made from the same stardust. Why else did he feel so golden in her proximity?

He wanted to kiss her bruised knuckles and run his fingers along her jaw and allow her to sink her fangs into his neck, but she was vanishing as suddenly as she had appeared, leaving him with nothing but the memory of a ghost. 

By the time he had found her friends to make sure they’d look after her, she had already gone home with some other man. 

Akaashi could still taste her on his tongue, days later, when he walked into the classroom for his drawing class. Not expecting her to be there, not behind the scaffolds but in front of them, bare and inviolable. He remembers standing there frozen, his heart stumbling. She looked like a deity in the morning light, like something holy, an untouchable air around her. Someone you bow to. 

He never forgot how hollow her eyes were.

Ever since, every piece of art he created was about her. Page after page, perpetuated in coal and watercolor, sculpted from wood and clay. Nothing would come close to her ethereal being, but he’d be damned if he gave up trying. Even a broken replica was something whole in another universe. 

Akaashi found his muse. It didn’t matter if he could only watch her from afar. If her eyes never meet his again. If he carves himself from the inside out just to make room for her. None of it mattered.  

She kissed him once.

It was enough, he lies to himself. 

✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

@wyrcan @spacekedi

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[morphcode]

hi again angels ! it's kina ( @wickedhours ) once again coming to introduce my newest brain - child, a confidential informant for villains ( aka their real "clients" ) with an agenda to get rid of the aeternal utopia that only ever uses their sense of justice to benefit aeternals. under the cut you'll find all the links needed to get you acquainted with them, and if you're interested in plotting pls like this post & i'll dm yall as soon as i can !!

( ✧ ) NAVIGATE ⸻ BACKGROUND / PROFILE / ABILITIES / PLOTS / MUSINGS TAG .

CONTENT WARNING,

their backstory contains topics of familial death, parental neglect, survivor's guilt, and slight-descriptive violence. when the aforementioned topics come up in their backstory i will give a brief warning!

SUMMARISED STORY,

♫ NOW PLAYING : PSYCHO - BAEKHYUN

⤷ junho was born on november 15, 1997 to a seemingly normal family. thier parents were both elementary school teachers in the city, and their family lived a humble beginning. they were the second-oldest child, having an older brother and two younger sisters, and they were just a normal, happy family...

⤷ ( tw : familial death ) tragedy would strike when junho was eight years old, just a couple months after their youngest sister was born. an aeternal by the name ARCHANGEL ( flight via angel wings + minor light manipulation ) was having an intense fight with his nemesis across the city, and it was just unfortunate that the yang family's home was caught in the crossfire with junho's family inside while they were away at a friend's house that afternoon. everyone in the house was pronounced dead and junho was by themself.

⤷ it was a hectic couple days for poor ARCHANGEL, who had a squeaky clean image with zero civilian deaths since their enlistment into the aeternal task force decades earlier. public opinion really turned on him the moment video surveillance came out showing that the destruction of family's house could've been avoided twenty minutes earlier when his initial mission was completed instead of chasing after the villain. it was probably the first time he's ever acted so irrationally, and now he was reaping what he sowed.

⤷ the task force's pr team suggested that he should adopted the newly-orphaned junho to help save face. to be clear, ARCHANGEL had never wanted children because they only cared about their career. taking care of a child was never something he wanted to do, much less take care of a child he's never met before whose only knowledge of him was the fact that he's the reason they were now an orphan.

⤷ he still ends up adopted junho, mostly due to the pressure of the public after news outlets released articles of his alleged guilt, and that he wanted to adopt them as a way to make peace with what had happened.

⤷ ( tw : parental neglect ) they do not get along behind the scenes. junho is uncooperative when they aren't in front of cameras and the aeternal is not interested in the child at all. he leaves junho in the care of various nannies who either only gush about how lucky they were for being adopted by someone so handsome and rich, or were in it for the large sum of payment given for providing them with the necessities. junho hated them all.

⤷ junho's ability manifests suddenly when he's thinking about his family one night at the age of ten. he only had three blurry photos of them all, somehow ninety-nine percent preserved despite the ruins of his family's home that surrounded them. he wished he could see them again, so imagine his surprise when he could see his brother's reflection in the mirror as if he were alive!

⤷ but no, sadly it's only junho, and the shift only lasts a few seconds. he studies his reflection in the mirror for almost an hour, slightly changing his features to test the waters. he realises he could completely change his eye color to hide the gold streak that had appeared in them and decides that he can't tell those around him — especially ARCHANGEL — about his ability. if he's right, he feels ARCHANGEL will take use the revelation to his advantage, and junho did not want that under any circumstances.

⤷ it takes a while for them to learn how to keep their eyes changed for longer than a couple seconds at a time, and there are a couple times nannies have done a double-take when they turned towards junho suddenly. when they manifest their first minor ability, sleep inducement, they stop hiding the real colour of their eyes and reveal that as their primary ability at thirteen. it's nothing as grandiose as ARCHANGEL's powers, but it sure was unexpected! the aeternal promised he would personally train his "son" but we all know how that went... junho trained themself.

⤷ junho decides to live a "humble life" in spite of the reality that they're a new addition to the nepo baby club. they graduate high school, gets their bachelors for psychology, and more recently got their masters in psychology. their "dad" can't really be upset with the direction they've taken in life, but if only their ability was better suited for the life of an aeternal... right?

⤷ behind the scenes, junho was busy making connections to get themself acquainted with various villains across the city. their views very much align with them, and being well acquainted with aeternals through ARCHANGEL has made it easier for them to gain the fragile trust of those who required the information. they go by the alias 'ATLAS', for no reason other than the fact it sounds cool, but also what kind of villain ( if they could be really be called that... ) goes by their full name?

⤷ ( tw: violence ) four years ago, ARCHANGEL was on a mission and tasked to capture a small-time villain hiding out at an abandoned cabin. it turned out to be a trap, and he was ambushed by four other villains that had been off the grid for weeks. in the fight, although the villains had not killed him, instead they had incapacitated the aeternal by cutting off his wings and stealing them. they left him to die but thankfully more aeternals showed up to aid him, but the damage was done. although ARCHANGEL still had power, they couldn't find the will to continue being a hero. all according to junho's plan, of course... they wanted ARCHANGEL alive for a reason.

⤷ they started staying at silver line three years ago while they were interning at the wellness center, but they only became a sleep therapist within the last year with the use of his ability as well as making the right connections. sometimes they do work at han pharmaceuticals as well, both has themself but mostly shifted, typically morphed into someone that already works there.

⤷ after ARCHANGEL was decommissioned, junho momentarily believed that they have gotten their revenge. it didn't last very long because there were countless stories of civilians suffering physically, mentally and / or financially at the hands of aeternals without them facing too much repercussion for their actions. so junho continues working with any villains needing information, both new clients and their good ol' regulars alike!

PERSONALITY + EXTRA INFO,

⤷ junho uses any pronouns, mostly influenced by the fact that they're a shapeshifter, and thus have no preferences when it comes to pronouns. you'll see me interchange between they / them and he / him a lot but feel free to use any !

⤷ junho is two-faced. point blank. he is constantly wearing a mask unless he really trusts you and not many people have that privilege.

⤷ on the surface, he comes off as someone very friendly, easy to get along with and easy to speak to. he's confident in his skin without being vain, and he's known for helping others whenever they need someone, regardless if they know each other or not. he has a gentle personality that isn't quick to anger, and they're someone who seems to really care about the community around him. and you should never be friend with your therapist, but junho makes it so easy to forget that's an unspoken rule.

⤷ he is still all of these things with the villains that he works with ... but there are many, many layers to his identity. unless he's been working with someone for a long time or if they're likeminded individuals who want to see the aeternal task force fall off the face of the earth, he doesn't make any real friendships with someone. for someone who doesn't fit the aforementioned criteria, they need to have connections that junho can eventually connect himself to in order to be deemed useful to him. keeping those he barely cares about at an arms length is his norm.

⤷ as a villain, junho is someone who stays behind the scenes. he hires others or relies on others to get blood on their hands for him, and in return he gives them valuable information. he may know hand-to-hand combat but he is not versed in fighting with his abilities. his abilities are used as a defense mechanism and he's not too interested on using brute force to get what he wants and / or needs.

⤷ as expected, he's highly vengeful, and has a corrupt sense of justice. he could've simply had ARCHANGEL killed, but he realised that he would be taking the easy way out instead of showing remorse for his mistakes. maybe junho would've learned to forgive the man if more innocent civilians hadn't became collateral damage in more conflicts around the city when the aeternal was involved... but here we are.

⤷ worry not, junho is not completely heartless! he really does have a soft-spot for others who have been wronged by aeternals. he has been in their shoes, and regardless of what happened, he knows they deserve better than the reimbursement they were given. his stories harden his resolve and remind him that his cause his just... regardless of the methods.

⤷ not sure where else this would fit, but junho is secretly obsessed with their reflection. over the years with the use of their ability, shapeshifting has always made them feel like they have a tendency to forget what certain features of their own are actually theirs or if they've made a subtle change that they hadn't noticed until now. sometimes they doubt if their face is even their natural face, and they're trying to convince themself that it doesn't matter. they're a shapeshifter after all, their appearance changes at their own will anyway.

⤷ not sure where to place this either but junho is a fish parent ! they have 4 female bettas, their daughters, no real names and instead called by the color they are lol. they also have two males in separate tanks. they really like fish and often go to like the nearest pet store to contemplate buying another betta. they even have a tattoo dedicated to their first betta ( and its their only tattoo as well, they're a firm believer that their own tattoos should be meaningful ).

PLOTS / CONNECTIONS / THREADS ETC.,

⤷ no plots page ready bc i'm a flop... hopefully these ideas below will suffice for now but praying that within the week i'll be able to get an actual page done! i'm always up for brainstorming as well so if none of these fit don't worry!

fellow villains or morally grey muses for them to work with or befriend pls ...... could be someone newer to their circle or someone they have been acquainted with for a long time.

patients at the wellness center ... junho can and will help your muses fall asleep if they're having trouble. they can either come to the center themselves or his apartment is always open for anyone to come take a nap. just one tap to the wrist and he can get most ppl to sleep!

you shouldn't be friends with your therapists but this is not the real world so it should be ok if muses are "friends" with him!! it's probably better if they're not his patients but yk whatever snfjkdsnfjs we'll work out the kinks when we get there,,

sometimes they go to daemon to meet clients for information while shifted, sometimes they go to bet on fighters or sometimes they go simply for a drink. they're kinda the wrong person to trust with private information or drunken confessions but what better place to accidentally gain info than at a place were ppl get drunk......

he has resident complaints against him for dreamwalking. it's somewhat of a newer ability to him and he can control it maybe 70% of the time. sometimes he intends to go to a certain person's dreams and ends up completely different... either way it's considered an invasion of privacy... so... he's sorry? ( would be soooo down to have threads inside someone's dreams! )

they're usually very meticulous of shapeshifting in their apartment or in hidden alleys or public restrooms where no one would see them, but they're not perfect and mistakes are made. they can play it off as a recently developed minor ability but maybe they're suspicious of how natural their shift is... who is the real junho, the person they see leave their apartment or the person they just shifted into?

his "regular" social circle... like people who genuinely thinks they're a group of besties... and maybe somewhere deep deep deep deep down he also considers them friends. it's just a shame that he can't really trust them with his true personality but he cares for them more than he cares for most people he keeps at arms length for sure!

exes, fwbs, one night stands whatever... all i'll say is that junho can figuratively ( and literally... but they don't know that ) become whatever someone wants out of a partner, just know that if they were in a committed relationship at any point in time, junho was most likely using them due to any connections they may have anjfnhjsfb

[user-kora]

THE MUSE

Basics

Name: Kora

Nicknames: Kor, Ko

Age: 500+

Birthday: June 28

Sex: Female

Species: Foxian

Occupation: Cloud Knight

Looks

Body Type: Curvy, but built

Skin Tone: Almost sickly pale

Hair Color: White

Hair Style: curtain bangs with bubble pigtails

Eye Color: amber

Mental Health Problems: ptsd from childhood, past depression

Physical Problems: anemia, ed

Scars: One big one across her whole back. And smaller ones on their arms and legs

Usual Attire: Black sleeveless turtleneck. Dark red crop long sleeve. Fingerless gloves. tight black leggings. Leg armor (idk how to describe it) Combat boots.

Tattoos: A vine wrapped around her right arm

Path: Erudition

Element: Imaginary

Social/Relationships

Family: None (all dead)

Enemies: those of the abundance

Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual

Relationship Status: Single

Life

Personality Type: Caring to others. Helpful. Mirrors other peoples personalities Hobbies: sparring, dance, making tea

Earliest Memory: (bad memory): Their mother was severally drunk one night when she was around 3 years old. She had hid in her closet to try and hide form their mother but to no avail was found. Her mother proceeded to take her anger out on the young foxian girl. (good memory): When they were 5 she attempted to run away from her home. She was out of the house for around a week. No one really cared she was gone but she felt free. Like she could do anything without their mother beating them, starving them, or just ignoring them. She wished she could have stayed like that forever.

Events That Majorly Effected The Muse: Any abuse and treatment they got from their mother. She was always told they werent good enough and they were a mistake of life. This conditioned them into thinking they didnt deserve to live. They had tried to attempt suicide many times. When she was 17 she had killed her mother without being caught.

Other Factors Effecting The Muse: Joining the cloud knights. This helped boost her self esteem as well as help her get out of her old mindset.

Other

Left/Right handed: ambidextrous (forced herself to learn)

Police Record: Clean (somehow...)

Residence: Small one bedroom apartment

Music Preferences: isabel larosa, ari aabdul, msi, chase atlantic, ayesha erotica, ke$ha, halsey, lollia, penelope scott Childhood

RULES

No NSFW

Please do not be weird if you are a minor

basic dni rules

Shipping and suggestive stuff is ok as long as the muse is over 18

i have no posting schedule as i post when asks come in or occ when i feel like it

THIS BLOG WILL INCLUDE

Ships (none active at moment)

Violence (abuse, blood, wounds, murder, ect)

talk of depression, ptsd, anxiety, ed, fainting, alcohol

TAGS

♢ ᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ - first time interactions

❅ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ - interactions with hsr characters/ocs

❃ ᴵˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᵗʸ - interactions with other fandoms

✥ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ - interactions with those from the Xianzhou

☯ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ - interactions with the Astral Express

☦ ⁿᵒᵗᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ ᶜʳⁱᵐⁱⁿᵃˡˢ - interactions with the Stellaron Hunters

¤ ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵇᵉ ˢᵏᵒᵗᵗ - interactions with the IPC

≠ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ʸᵉᵗ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ - AU interactions

♫ ᴿᵒʷᵃⁿ ⁱˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ - Out of character posts

ABOUT THE MOD

Name: Rowan

Nicknames and other names I go by: Ro, Nico

Pronouns: Any

Interests: Genshin, shr, pjo, zzz, wuwa, theater, rp

OTHER BLOGS THE MOD RUNS

Blade - @stellaron-hunter-blade

Dan Heng - @transgalatic-dragon

[deadn30n]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄   ♫♪

share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

OCEANS    -    JACOB   LEE ( x )

Looking in the mirror like Maybe I will find myself tonight I ask for a better mind Then tap into the sight through my third eye I had never realized I thought I had a chosen my design I thought I was broken all this time

I don't want love no more Though it's the one thing I've been searching for Though it's the one thing that I miss the most Now, I'm afraid to be alone

GHOST    -    JACOB   LEE ( x )

Ghost Where you from? I can take you away, so far away Ghost, I'll make sure they all see The kind of man, that you can be Open your lungs and inhale my words I see in your eyes a reflection of hurt The book in your mind hasn't come to an end There's always a page, that hasn't been read

You could have been so great I won't let you slip away Is there any hope for us left Even a Ghost needs a friend You could have been someone But you let them into your head I want you to know this is instead That I see the light in your chest

Your heart, it beats, forever, forever, we see I will believe, that there's a Ghost in me Your lungs they breathe, forever, forever, we see I will believe

EMPTY     -     CHASE    ATLANTIC ( x )

I don't feel euphoria, no, I feel empty

New house, new car I feel empty You win, gold star I feel empty No lungs, no heart I feel empty

Uh, tell me why the fuck I feel so empty? This might be the reason that she left me Mama, what's the reason I feel empty? I might pop another, please don't tempt me Tell me why the fuck I feel so empty

I feel empty I feel empty I feel empty

RAVEN    -    PEYTON   PARRISH ( x )

Wait, is it all inside my head? Am I going to end up dead? I wanna know, is this the day I make my stand?

Why am I so cold inside, all alone? Feeling the pain, needing the pain Until I lose, and lose, and lose it all Why am I so cold inside, all alone? Feeling the pain, needing the pain Until I lose, and lose, and lose it all (lose it all) (Until I lose, and lose, and lose it all)

JUST   PRETEND    -    BAD   OMENS ( x )

We will make amends 'Til then I'll just pretend

Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning Way down, would you say I'm worthy? Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I could wait four years if I gotta

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[mayxthexforce]

♫ - Rexobi <3

Send me “♫“ and I’ll choose a song that reminds me of our muses!

Once More To See You by Mitski

In the rearview mirror, I saw the setting sun on your neck And felt the taste of you bubble up inside me But with everybody watching us, our every move We do have reputations We keep it secret Won't let them have it

So come inside and be with me, alone with me Alone, with me alone If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses Then I wouldn't have to scream your name Atop of every roof in the city of my heart If I could see you Once more to see you

Come inside and be with me, alone with me Alone, with me alone If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses Then I wouldn't have to scream your name Atop of every roof in the city of my heart If I could see you Once more to see you If I could see you Once more to see you

[crazychaoticizzy]

gojo claps when the plane lands (canon)

[campbluelake]

The betrayal of Christ // Hibiki // Trial 4.4 // Re: everyone

CW: implied grandparent death

Hibiki weathers their resentment, their anger, their spite, their sneering judgment. It’s quite alright by him. He came to the camp knowing his end of the bargain, and he mentally prepared himself for the consequences for the first time in his life. Of course it stings. Of course it hurts. But he’s shielded by his stubbornness to never make friends, his refusal to be vulnerable.

He shakes his arm, putting out the flame, and sits back down on his chair, now lazily draping his legs over one of the arm rests, chin resting against his hand.

His gaze stops on each of the people around him, disciples surrounding Judas who sold their precious friend for pittance, acknowledging it all. Kyousuke and his rageful protection, Abbie and her magical advice, Eri and her raised fists, Malyce and his quiet suffering,  Max and his sincere interest, Yua and his confusion. Hibiki chuckles, eyes lingering the longest on Saya, the only one who is yet to have made assumptions on him. He doesn’t nod, just blinks like a cat at her in acknowledgement, red-green eyes like lamps in the darkness.

Then Hibiki focuses, eyes closing for a moment as he deliberates.

Where to start, where to start, where to start….

“You all have immeasurably big words for someone with so little information. So… I feel like it’s best to start at the beginning before you get too lost in your theories, bless your hearts for trying.” He gets comfortable as he says so, nesting in his oversized chair. This’ll take a while.

[♫♫♫]

“Max… was it worth it? Not really, in the end. But I had very little choice in it, at least in the beginning. You see, I made the deal when I was just a child. Right here at this camp, actually. You know how children like to play around and prove to each other their bravery, chant Bloody Mary three times in the mirror and such? I did that but with a devil deal.” He laughs, a bright one, like telling a funny joke.

“I didn’t know the deal was real for years. I just buried a note at a crossroads, and that was that, a little summer fun. But for whatever reason my life really took off after it. I got to the best art school possible with all costs covered, I became popular, famous in the young artist circles. I had vision - literally! I painted things I saw in my dreams, I had a muse in me, even if at the time I didn’t know where it came from. I sold my first presented painting, Ode 9, for one million dollars, an unheard sum as a first timer…”

“And when I did, a devil called M…MMm.. MMMmm..” As he tries to continue, seems Hibiki’s mouth just… ceases to function. He cannot open it, and there’s a momentary struggle. “FINE, then, you old bastard, fine!”

A scoff. “Anyways, a devil appeared to me and asked for recompense. Something small for its troubles. I remember verbatim what it told it would take “Something you wouldn’t even know to miss.” Well, I never knew to miss what it took from me, for sure, since I forgot the damn thing even existed. After the payment our deal was over, and we went our separate ways.”

“For a while, at least. My sales plummeted after my deal with the devil was over, after my visions stopped. Seems I wasn’t special without them, after all. And so I… contacted the devil again, now that I knew how to, and I renewed the deal, not really understanding what it even meant.”

There is a flash of genuine emotion, one Hibiki is too lost in memories to hide. He feels something tight curl in his chest, a feeling of regret deeper than he thought impossible to feel. Like embers in his chest, a hot iron pressing against his insides.

“After this, the devil came to me once every three years to collect its dues. And it took everything from me. My parents. My siblings. My grandpa. My lover. The things it stole were the memories of these people, but, well, when it fed on them, the… the devil erased these things from existence, not just from my memories. It’s like none of these people ever existed, they became blank spaces for everyone who could once remember them. On paper and in photos, they existed. But nobody could quite remember who they were, just empty statistics.”

“Hhaha… What is the past but a collection of memories? What is existence, but the things we remember? If you were to cease remembering, would you cease to exist?” He stops for a moment, eyes closed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking a deep swig from it.

“So, Kyousuke, I could in fact remember my past just fine. I wasn’t lying about that, technically. Just couldn’t remember the people in it.” Hibiki smiles at him, the guarded, lazy grin back on his face, an untouchable mask.

“But now… now that has changed…Why do you think I killed so eagerly? So zealously?”

“You see, I now have the memories back. All of them. My mother, my father, my siblings, my grandpa,  my lover, even the damned ring the devil took from me, I finally remember it all. I may not be free just yet, but, now that I remember them, maybe my family is!” Hibiki laughs, almost like a nervous tick, a way for him to relieve the pressure.

“I don’t feel remorse, and I don’t want your pity. I came here knowing that I’d probably have to do something pretty horrific, anyways. In fact, this is the one good thing I’ve done in my entire life. Because maybe, maybe, my family is now back. And it’s worth it for Leon to die just for the chance that I can undo what I did.” 

He relaxes visibly, eyes once more closed, like a great weight he’s been carrying is now gone. Even if the regret still presses into his chest like a hot coal, he can finally, for the first time in fifteen years, breathe.

“I chose Leon because of a dream vision. I didn’t know how long it would take for the poison to affect him, and I got … impatient. Uncertain. He drank the damn blue water and lived, and I couldn’t rule out the fact that he could be some unnatural entity. So, I wanted to make extra sure he died. A double whammy, if you will. Cause an anaphylactic shock and then burn him, no way he would survive that…. and he didn’t, of course.” He speaks of it matter of factly and genuinely shows no signs of regret, only relief.  

“So.. that about sums my sordid tale. I’ve been telling you all since the beginning; I never wanted to befriend any of you in case someone here tried to kill me… or in case I killed someone. No hard feelings over that on my part, but this is a bit of a “told you so” moment.”He stops.. and then reconsiders, as if remembering one last thing he needs to say.

“Oh, and Saya? Sure, you can have the booze. It’s not like I’ll be drinking much when I’m dead. I shared it with you for a reason to begin with.”

[frauleinfreeshooter]

♫:  three of my muse’s favorite songs

1. Es war ein Edelweiss

Ganz einsam und verlassen an einer Felsenwand… Stolz unter blauem Himmel ein kleines Blümlein stand…

She was too busy checking her boots, so she didn’t sing along. “There is no way you are 24, little Fraulein”, the voice came from above and she raised her face but saw only a dark silhouette against the sun. He was right. The general rule was that only a person of 24 years old and older experienced in combat above the snow line, could join the 1st Mountain Division. Of course, there were exceptions. And, of course, there were lies. “Albert is 18”, she replied, her muscles tensing. “And he isn’t half as good at shooting as I am” “Albert is a man”, the silhouette stroke a match, and the fresh air was soon filled with the bitter smell of tobacco. “Aren’t you supposed to stay at home, wait for a nice fellow returning home a hero from war and give birth to at least two children for the glory of Germany?” The girl finished examining her boots and grimly started putting them on. “Aren’t you supposed to have better things to do than lecturing me?”, she stood up, the silhouette became a person with a real face and a smirk. The superior officer! She was talking back to a superior officer and not just any officer but... “I beg your pardon, sir! I...” “That’s fine, little Fraulein Edelweiss”, he grinned showing his excellent teeth, and let the smoke through nostrils. That made her think of a dragon. “So, good at shooting. What about dancing? Care to promise me a dance?“ Ich konnt' nicht wiederstehen, ich brach das Blümelein… Und schenkte es dem schönsten, herzliebsten Mägdelein. Sometimes first impressions are not so deceiving after all. This person was a dragon.

2. Life on Mars – David Bowie (1971)

Rip loved the atmosphere of the cinema halls. The smell and the comfort of chairs, and the wide-wide-wide screen... Rip loved that and often asked either Zorin, or Captain to join her. And again, and again. They had to take turns going to the cinema with her, because Rip loved watching the movies again and again, and no one was patient enough to do that. Zorin would put her feet in boots on the back of the front seat and sometimes smoke waving everyone away with her right hand, “the lucky hand” as Zorin called it. Once Rip asked Zorin to watch a romantic movie with her and regretted that. Zorin laughed out loud at everything happening on the screen and wouldn’t stop making offensive and very cynical comments with the most polite being “I bet that guy’s stuffing his Unterhosen! Just look at that bulge!”. With Captain Rip did go to romantic movies. Hans was always silent during the films and sometimes Rip liked to pretend that they together were just like other couples. She would place her head on his shoulder during the kiss scenes. He didn’t seem to mind. But sometimes Rip wondered whether Hans was really watching those movies with her as his gaze never shifted and he rarely blinked. Maybe for him, it was more of an excuse to look at something for a long period of time without listening to anyone talking to him. Her love for the movies was a reason she fell in love with this song. Rip felt like that girl from the song who was “hooked to the silver screen”. Because movies were nothing but fantasies. Movies were fake, and the blood there was fake. And the death. So was the love on the screens... fake but somehow better.

“Is there life on Ma-a-ars?”, Rip’s voice was dreamy and sweet, she really loved that song.

3. You give love a bad name - Bon Jovi (1986)

“Shot through the heart! And you're to blame! Darlin', you give love a bad name!”, Rip put down the lipstick and looked at the mirror. Her lips were scarlet and sensual, her eyelashes were long thanks to mascara and she had to take her glasses off not to mark lenses with black dots. Tonight she felt beautiful. Tonight she put on high-heeled shoes and perfume. And a garter belt. And silk dress as scarlet as her lipstick. “Oh, you're a loaded gun, yeah...”, she was singing aloud now, and this song was about her. She was a loaded gun. The night was warm, the breeze was mild and she ended up carrying her high-heeled shoes when they decided to have a walk on the beach. At first, waves were licking her bare feet... then – not anymore. She was carrying her high-heeled shoes while she herself was being carried.

A real date. The tide was high. Shells were quietly singing their song, and Rip closed her eyes enjoying every second of those salty kisses. Her scarlet lipstick left some marks. Others were left on her pale skin. The trail of those wet, hungry kisses going down, down, all the way down... Her silk scarlet dress got really rumpled but... She was to blame.

[lcstkey]

FIVE  SONGS  /  PIECES  I  ASSOCIATE  WITH  MY  MUSE.

𝟶𝟶𝟷.       Anachronism     (Crywolf)    [   ♫  ]

I’m weaker than you know / Fading just below / Screaming out with concrete sounds / I’m losing all control

𝟶𝟶𝟸.       Mercy Mirror     (Within Temptation)     [   ♫  ]

So look in my mercy mirror / I need you more than I have known / So look in my mercy mirror / ‘Cause I’m not ready to let you go

𝟶𝟶𝟹.     Darkness, Beloved (Adrian von Ziegler)      [   ♫  ]

[Nope, no lyrics folks. This one is an instrumental piece and I headcanon this as Sel’s theme.]

𝟶𝟶𝟺.     Tides of Time     (Epica)      [   ♫  ]

Sometimes I feel I don’t have the words / Sometimes I feel I’m not being heard / And then I fear I’m feeling nothing more 

𝟶𝟶𝟻.    Something Wild    (Lindsey Stirling)      [   ♫  ]

You’ve got a big heart / The way you see the world / It got you this far / You might have some bruises / And a few scars / But you know you’re gonna be okay

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Send a "💭" to hear what My Muse is currently thinking about.

"I could make her some mirror cookies perhaps. Does she like cookies? Or would she prefer cake? Or maybe pie? Truffles? Macarons? Ugh! Too many possibilities! Maybe I'll just make all of them to cover my bases."

"If a demon possesses someone, calls an exorcist to purge them, and then they don't pay...does that mean the demon is free to repossess them?"

"♪ Give 'em the old razzle dazzle! Razzle dazzle 'em! Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it and the reaction will be passionate! Give 'em the old hocus pocus! Bead and feather 'em! How can they see with sequins in their eyes? What if your hinges all are rusting? What if, in fact, you're just disgusting? Razzle dazzle 'em, and they'll never catch wise! ♫"

"I need to talk to Charlie about moving the piano. I just don't like where it is at the moment. It'd be so much better off closer to the window where the light can shine on it."

"Superman is not the wise guy everyone makes him out to be. He still wears his underpants on the outside!"

"♪ You can plead forgiveness, beg for mercy, but you can't take back the treason; make it all just go away! You are my true sickness! You aren't worthy! You're the one and only reason that I battle with these demons! ♫"

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Anonymous asked: hearteyes !!

Send me “hearteyes”  for my muse to — without giving away names — describe someone they have a serious crush on.

“♪ It's like you're my mirror! My mirror staring back at me! I couldn't get any bigger with anyone else beside me! And now it's clear as this promise that we're makin’ two reflections into one! 'Cause it's like you're my mirror! My mirror starin’ back at me, starin’ back at me! ♫”

[crazychaoticizzy]

shoko ieiri as "champagne problems" >>

"you booked the night train for a reason / so you could sit there in this hurt / bustling crowds or silent sleepers / you're not sure which is worse"

"this dorm was once a madhouse" / i made a joke, "well, it's made for me""

"how evergreen, our group of friends / don't think we'll say that word again / and soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls / that we once walked through"

""She would've made such a lovely bride / What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said"

you won't remember all my / champagne problems~

~mirror <3