#reflection hours

[jvstinderosa]

Light Up The World

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[s-aint-elmo]

girl who has suffered more than alll-mer

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[sir20]

Pont Neuf, Toulouse by sir20

[petitepatateuwu]

If you ever ask, I am in constant life support and trying to finish my school assignments. I still managed to do this somehow.

[dyn3m1ght]

"Where have you been? Do you know if you're coming back?"

"We were too close to the stars, I never knew somebody like you, somebody,"

"Falling just as hard ; I'd rather lose somebody than use somebody"

"Maybe it's a blessing in disguise, I see my reflection in your eyes."

[wordsinhaled]

something about despair being there behind edwin’s reflection when he looks at himself in the mirror. has she always been there? has he always felt the shadow of her behind the outline of him in every looking-glass? did he know the dread of her when he was alive?

when they meet, he doesn’t know her. but he does, doesn’t he? deep down the way all beings recognize the aspect of the endless as familiar, as part of their collective unconscious. he knows her without knowing how he knows her, and that is part of his horror.

something about how they are friends now and she’ll call on him if she needs him. something about edwin paine being an agent of despair in the world; his very name linking him to her indelibly.

despair of the endless: despair neverending.

something about the cycle of edwin’s torture, endless like despair is, continuous, renewing and reassembling him only to take him apart again. over, and over, and over. how it must have fed despair to see his suffering - to let it take root and grow in him. how it must have tied him to her realm. how he still relives the terror of his death and the pain of his torture even when he is out of hell, and so he isn’t yet free of her.

something about despair being a state so deeply internal, not a place but an ongoing anguish, a thing one carries inside, like hell. something about how edwin was always a lonely soul even before he died, and maybe she had already marked him out as one of hers even then. and maybe he always has felt it, deep down. his own emptiness and not-rightness.

something about how despair is the complete loss or absence of hope. and yet… edwin brings hope to others. he brings them peace. he helps them make meaning of their deaths, meaning which is the bedrock of hope. he helps other souls matter the way he is sure his own ought to have mattered, despite his own despair.

thirty years ago he brought a lonely, dying, hopeless boy a lantern, a light in the dark. and now that boy braves the clutches of despair to bring edwin back the same light; to free him from the hell he carries.

something about how edwin does not belong in despair’s realm, and he does not belong in hell, and they both know it. he is there on a technicality. he will find his hope on the very long staircase. something about how he will escape her, time and time again.

[doot1doo1]

what is a phouse to a phalace of dreams

[spectrecowboy]

he's 'boutta make a name for himself

[charamuscadmango]

day 14 reflection

If it's not clear each crack in the mirror(?) glass thing changes the outfit to a different power hour

sorry if it's confusing

[aria0fgold]

With a glass body

You bear the weight of the world

Praying for safety

[purrfectlycontent]

thinking about all those years ivan spent learning about boundaries and how to maintain healthy relationships but then throwing that away (and, subsequently, his relationship with till) during round 6 by initiating that kiss

comic translations by @/whatafruit on twitter x (except for the last two, those are mine)

[ajadedlens]

‘𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨.’ 🌌🍂🌊

[missedmilemarkers]

[sir20]

L'Arbre Blanc, Montpellier by sir20

[stromer]

demmer and his two kiddos <3