#reflectionless

[duoduotian]

throwing the tickets into a void just to feel something

[paintlesscanvas]

haii!! could we request vampire/emo themed snpts please? thanks in advance!! (your blog is super awesome sauce)

VAMPIRIC / EMO SNPTS . .

System Names: the chained up collective, the sun-fearing system, bats hanging upside down, the ruby gloom system, the drained collective, the undying creatures, creepy catacombs, the cave dwellers, the dyed hair collective, gerard way’s fanbase, the fanged lovers, the bloodless, murder of crows, the parasol wielders, the hot topic system, the exhausted, minute misery, smudged eyeliner system, the ghoulfriends, those shrouded in shadow, cramped coffins, the vein drainers, those damn dhampirs, batty bitches, the headbanging collective, the emo system, the dark circle system, the studded belt collective, the cobwebbed coffin, the crying collective, the melancholic, batty bloodbath, the fanged system, the flying bats, the blood-filled cauldron, the fanged, the vegan vamps, the reflectionless collective, fishnet freaks, the sad playlists, the stitched hearts, bloody bruises, the weirdos, mister, the fallen down, the cursed collective, helena’s graveyard, the empty system, the graveyard dancers, the bloodied blades, closeted skeletons, striking violent poses, the fearful, the strange and unusual, those with the darkened clothes, the mortuary collective, the unbeating hearts, shadow lurkers, the grotesque ghouls, the raccoon tailed, the weary and worn, those from transylvania, the empty chalice, the demolition lovers, the decrimson stains, the teenagers, monster high, the bat colony, the counts of the night, the wounded fingers collective, the lonely, those that returned from the ashes, the immortal system, the mysterious rejects, the bleeding makeup collective, the scarlet drinkers, the horror show, broken hearted, the emo cult, the dhampirs, totally not posers, torn and frayed, the bloody things, the graveyard obsession, the silent pulse, the strays, the bat-winged system, those who blast music, the vampiric manor, those who come out at night, the headphone wearers, the ones drowning in music, the haunted forest, warped with hate, the tattered clothes collective, the outcasted, the bleeding, the romeos and juliets, the failures,

Usernames: surroundedbynight, liesinthebooks, sxwithaghost, vamprieofthepalace, fshnetglves, tonightisthenight, vampfangz, yrfavoritevampire, kneeh1ghconverse, julietscmndlust, messydrinker, romeosbloodiedhnds, tututhousands, raisedglasses, cleanupyrlooks, chainedcastle, chaliceofblood, skullst4k3s, mortalbats, teenagersrscary, sluuuuuuurp, saneabandonedme, onyxsoooul, mmyspacekween, baaaaatwings, cannibalglow, commandedlust, myssspaceking, coginthemrdrmchine, eldritchemo, batwisp, txtteredpxges, fangsintoflesh, swoopshadow, checkrdconvrse, vampygrlfrnd, hopeandshadow, aspirationstoshreds, vampybyfrnd, bloodycauldron, lovewithavampire, amurderofbats, plasmapouch, deadlydeparted, cadavercutie, em1lythestr4nge, shrpstlves, hidinginmycloak, rosesforthedead, dxeadlynightshade, vans4life, ripupyourheads, legsandtongue, heymisery, theblackparade, splitgoblet, bitingvampire, hshtaghosted, warruined, gallonsofblood, caprisunblood, rrrrrrbl, vxmpyrrr, darkenyrclothes, wermonsterhigh, rubygloooom, deadbats, silverdippedcrown, brnthempires, castlecrawl, dearlydeceased, pileofbones, returnfromtheashes, dripdripdrip, halfhumanhalfnot, batbatbatbat, elvirasratings, violentpose, itsnothertime, garlicsting, bloodchugger, awfulfuck, completecooperation, weallgotohell, countofthenight, rvencrws, scaredofstakes, twooofanged, ddaintydhampir, buildingacoffin, brrrkenheart, garishgh0ul, gerardseyeliner, outsiiider, bloodthorne, imnotokayipromise, weallfalldown, tangledhxadphones, notaposerpls, dxadliest2lead, fortuneandflame, hiddentomb, cryptchaser, someonewillbleed, hangry4humans, gerardwaaaay, topofthemanor, bloodyhiss, no1garlichater, youwearmeout, fulloflies, gr4vedweller, undeadlxve, actuallyanemo, mcrcutie, bloodybtch, sh1mmeryfangs, fuckofagun, tornandfrayed, unholyveins, crampedcoffin, cobwebbedcoffin, thnkabtthestakes, vampirism, mychmiclrmnce, number1, batsbeforethemoon, fffangedkillr, raaaventamer, crackedskin, touchedbyangels, b1temrks, bloodbeforelove, warpedwithhate, murderofcrows, yrmyonlyhpe, releasethebats, gravedancer, crrpycutie, bldsckingfreak, cheersforrevenge, abyssalbite, chillinwmycoven, freaktastic, cause4thequeen, fangtasia, razrfringe, vampsdoitbetter, backfromthegrave, beastinrepose, dracscastle, needlessbeating, bathedinfire, plasticfangsss, vamprism, beenababygirl, lookalivesnshiiine, trnsxualtrnsvnya, number2, raisedabetterson, cemeterybaby, fangtastic, litrlydead, madgear, misslekid, looking4thecure, houseofwolves, gerardshairstrand, transylvan1a, scuffedcmbatboots, oldguillotine, chappedandfaded, eatyrheartout, blltprfheart, eylnyrdwnmyface, skltonheart, nananananana, screeeaaaam, gothicmusic, number3, sweetrvnge, vmprdiaries, nbdyundrstnds, undrprssre, drwninglssns, guitarshredder, stayoutofthelight, thatissoghoul, raccoontailss, number4, demoniademon, knifeinmyhands, nocturnaaal, blackattire, blackpolish, hereishelena, horrorshows, burymeinblack, idontloveyou, headfirst4halos, crledupinmybed, number5, hospitalstay, witchingh0ur, incineratingmatch, stainedblade, ilvethe1780s, sharpenedblade, l3thallust, fndtnsofdecay, m4ne4ter, sp1nesp1ke, vamps4humans, holdingontonight, b1teme, solonggoodnight, ladyofsorrows, howidissapear, vampirecountscount, shadowstained, mybulletsyrlve, lvemyghoulfriends, heartaaache, fangbangers, batskeleton, traceofthrfangs, deathnvrstpyou, foggynight, eyelinertears, cmtrydrve, demolitionlvrs, missingheartbeat, burntbyacross, giveemhellkid, spooningavampyre, themurderscene, chillycuddles, coldtothetouch, deadeyes, fuzzyyybats, myagonyyy, famouslastwords, ghostofyou, mrried2themusic, eyesrshiningbrght, d4ngerd4ys, thx4thevenom,

Names: aamon, adalaide, adrienn, aeron, agatha, agony, ahimoth, alistair, altaire, altar, alyx, ambrose, ambrosia, ash, ashe, astrophel, auberon, aux, ax, axton, barrett, batsy, blade, blaire, blaze, bones, burdett, cadell, cage, calypso, carnage, carnamor, casimir, caspian, cazimir, cephas, chain, chase, claude, clawde, claws, corvin, crimson, crow, crowley, crush, cymph, cynthia, damon, daemon, daimion, daxten, daze, decay, delyth, dez, dizzy, dominique, dorian, dragomir, dread, drusilla, dryden, ebony, echo, edge, eldritch, electra, elisabat, elspeth, espen, esther, evan, exequiel, eza, ezekiel, felyx, flick, gabriel, gerard, ghost, gloom, gore, grave, grey, grimoire, grotesque, hatchet, havoc, hawthorn, heathen, hellebore, hemlock, hyde, ida, ingram, ink, isidora, jaqueline, jax, jaws, jaz, jazper, jekyll, jet, jett, kane, kaerix, kier, killian, knox, lament, lennox, lestat, lilith, lothaire, luce, luther, lux, lydia, lysander, maddox, maeve, marietta, maw, mercy, midnight, miles, moon, morgan, morgana, mortem, myth, myst, mystery, neechee, noir, nox, neutrix, nuisance, odessa, octave, octavia, octavius, omen, onyx, pandora, percival, phantom, phoenix, pierce, poe, quill, quince, rabid, ramona, raphael, rave, raven, rawre, raze, razors, reaper, rhaenyra, rin, rip, rogue, ronan, ruby, rumor, rune, sabbath, sabien, salem, sangue, sardonyx, scarlet, scream, sebastien, selene, shade, shadow, shred, silas, skrrt, skull, smoke, snap, spine, spike, spirit, strange, sting, stray, tear, temperance, thane, thorn, thrash, theramin, umbra, valentine, valerian, vamperine, vane, vance, vermillion, vesper, victoria, viktor, viktoria, ville, vincent, vispan, vivienne, volitaire, vollo, wild, wryn, xander, xanthos, xavian, xavier, xenia, yarrow, yuma, yvette, zaye, zayne, zedar, zee, zev, zeke, zim, zion, zypher

Pronouns: vampire/vampires, bat/bats, wing/wings, cave/caves, echo/echos, smoke/smokes, cloud/clouds, soar/soars, swoop/swoops, flight/flights, night/nights, dark/darks, shade/shades, shadow/shadows, moon/moons, wisp/wisps, fang/fangs, gleam/gleams, shine/shines, glimmer/glimmers, drain/drains, sink/sinks, thrill/thrills, sharp/sharps, drip/drips, drop/drops, heart/hearts, beat/beats, life/lifes, immortal/immortals, cold/colds, chill/chills, vein/veins, glass/glass', swirl/swirls, goblet/goblets, chalice/chalices, castle/castles, forest/forests, silent/silents, alone/alones, silver/silvers, stake/stakes, cross/cross', hiss/hiss', sun/suns, scorch/scorchs, hide/hides, cloak/cloaks, ruffle/ruffles, frill/frills, lace/laces, parasol/parasols, velvet/velvets, scarlet/scarlets, ruby/rubys, obsidian/obsidians, onyx/onyxs, mirror/mirrors, crack/cracks, void/voids, mystery/mysterys, candle/candles, petal/petals, rose/roses, thorn/thorns, puddle/puddles, pool/pools, ash/ashs, ashes/ashes', crow/crows, raven/ravens, vulture/vultures, corvid/corvids, morbid/morbids, dark/darks, brood/broods, extreme/extremes, pain/pains, blur/blurs, flicker/flickers, fire/fires, fuse/fuses, spark/sparks, lighter/lighters, smoke/smokes, heart/hearts, crackle/crackles, key/keys, sharp/sharps, smash/smashs, shatter/shatters, break/breaks, crimson/crimsons, sneak/sneaks, night/nights, scream/screams, threat/threats, swear/swears, splatter/splatters, red/reds, empty/emptys, spike/spikes, riot/riots, loud/louds, rage/rages, teeth/teeths, reject/rejects, checker/checkers, stripe/stripes, smudge/smudges, polish/polishs, eyeliner/eyeliner, raccoon/raccoons, music/musics, drown/drowns, note/notes, scribble/scribbles, headbang/headbangs, bracelet/bracelets, mumble/mumbles, mutter/mutters, zero/zeros, razor/razors, rawr/rawrs, die/dies, dead/deads, gloom/glooms, tear/tears, sob/sobs, curl/curls, 🦷, 🫀, 🫁, 🐦‍⬛, 🕷️, 🕸️, 🌑, 🌪️, 🦴, 🎧, 🎼, 🎸, 📱, 💿, 📷, 📞, 🎵, 🎙️, ⏳, 🔦, ⛓️, ⛓️‍💥, 🧨, 🪓, 🔪, 🗡️, 🪦, ⚰️, 🕳️, 🩹, 🩸, 🗝️, 🗑️, 🖋️, ✂️, ❤️‍🩹, 💢, 🎶, 🔇, 🗯️

Titles: prn who sleeps upside down, the cave dweller, the one who used manic panic, prn who hides in the night, prn who lurks in the shadows, the one scribbling in their notebook, the bloodsucker, the count, prns blood-filled chalice, the countess, prn who sleeps in a coffin, prn who is obsessed with death, prn who longs for the sun, the undying creature, prn who has raccoon tails, prn who is listening to [favorite band], prn with the skinny jeans, prns bloodied dagger, prn who shops at hot topic, the vampire cursed with immortality, prn texting on prns flip phone, the one with the emo bangs, prn who terrifies, the music listener, prn who has prns headphones in, part of the emo cult, prn who fears the sun, the vegan vampire, the one with the vampiric cloak, the wielder of parasols, the bloodless body, prn who lies in the darkness, the immortal soul, the thing with fangs, the one wearing the fingerless gloves, the one covered in chains, the empty emo, prn who sizzles in the sun, prn of sinister magic, prns infinite disdain, the dead thing, the unbeating heart, prn who stares out the window, the exhausted vampire, the one who lurks in graveyards, prn with the bat wings, prns doodled-on converse, the fluttering bat, prn with skeletons in prns closet, the friendly vampire, prn with razor sharp fangs, prn who shrouds prnself in shadow, dead on the scene, prn who stays alone, the strange, prn who shreds on prns guitar, the dhampir, the lost, prn who drains life from the living, the being with visible veins, the stitched heart, the one with too many studded belts, the bloodied bat, prns empty playlist, prn who haunts, prn who likes emily the strange, the friendless, lurks the graves, thing of nightfall, prn who is filled with misery, the vampyr, prns immortal soul, prn with smudged eyeliner, the crying thing, the one blasting music through prns headphones, prn who is not a poser, prn with no reflection, the one who shatters mirrors, prn who turns into a bat

[fuckingstrange]

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Get Better Soon

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WARNINGS: Sad Spencer Reid, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Spencer wants to khs, Supportive Reader, Non-sexual cuddling, Depression/Feeling low, (like really low), pet names (baby), non-beta read

WORDS: 510

PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

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★ a/n - Wrote this in under fucking twenty mins let's goooo

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Spencer lays in bed, his body weighed down with the sudden wave of depression that's hit him. He's been stuck in bed for a few days, not even sleeping, just lying there. He hasn't got up to shower, or to eat, and you can't help but worry. You've tried your hardest to pull him out of this slump, get him out to do things, even just spend an hour or two at the bureau with you while you work.

But, you've come to realize, he just needs somebody to be there for him. Not push him to be productive.

You lie in bed beside Spencer, his head resting on your chest as your fingers card through his slightly greasy hair. His head turns up to look at you, his eyes reflectionless as they gaze up at you. You let out a quiet sigh and kiss his forehead before adjusting yourself to rest yours on his, whispering “You'll be alright, Spencer.”

You can hear him swallow thickly, his lips parting a bit as he lets out a quiet breath before responding “It.. It surely doesn't feel like that.” The corners of your lips fall into a frown, your hand tightening it's grip on his hair as it stops stroking for now. “I'm here for you, you know that, right?..” You start, pausing for a second before deciding to ask, “What's going on in that heavy mind of yours?” In the most gentle, non-judgemental tone you can muster.

Spencer hesitates, his hand moving to rest on your hip as tears well in his eyes, the sight of his deep, doe eyes wettening like that making your heart break. “I don't.. I-I don't feel so.. well.” He tries to explain, sniffling a bit and letting out a shaky breath. Opening up is always so hard for him, especially when it comes to anything emotional. You grow confused for a few seconds before it finally clicks.

“Oh.. Oh, spencer..” You breathe, cupping his jaw to pull his face up to meet yours, your eyes full of worry and his full of tears. “I don't wanna do this anymore.” He sobs, whimpering out a pitiful “I can't take it.”

You pull him close, unable to stop the bit of tears that spring into your own eyes at the realization of just how bad Spencer's been feeling, how he's gotten so low without you realizing it is heartbreaking. You could tell he was feeling down, but you surely couldn't tell he was thinking about killing himself. Spencer cries into your chest, his grip on your hip tightening to a bruising level.

“Shh.. shh, I'm here.. I'm here, baby. I'll make sure you start feeling better soon, I'll be there with you as long as it takes to get better, Spencer.” You promise him, nuzzling your face into the top of his head and holding him even tighter, wanting to show him you're truly there to help and take care of him. His grip on you holds a silent beg, an unspoken plea.

“Please, don't leave me.”

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★ a/n - this is implied m!reader + no beta read but like

[darkscorpiox]

Being familiar with the Reflectionless Useless Eyes trope, I assumed the current state of Carly’s eyes meant that she was blind at that moment. (I am also aware it could have been a callback to her lifeless eyes when she died from her fall after her duel against Divine.)

What made that thought oh so painfully sad was that putting her glasses back on her wouldn’t have helped her see again. That would mean her smile was more due to the comfortably familiar weight of her glasses, an important piece of her identity as Carly Nagisa/Carmine, than an improved eyesight.

Even in her final moments, she couldn’t see the face of her beloved. 😭😭😭

[machine-saint]

hmm today I will blame the beasts

<- reflectionless

[kelliealtogether]

Thank you, @tinyarmedtrex for the tag!

I'm working on a follow up to Electric Feel, so here's kind of a long snippet:

Ronan had learned from what happened with Cabeswater, and Adam doubted anyone unwanted would make it as far as he had.

Or if they'd be able to walk into Lindenmere at all.

A few yards past the reflectionless pond, just past yet another treeline, the slight sinisterness prickling the hairs on Adam's arms sloughed away. Sunlight still didn't reach through the leafy canopy above, but the temperature rose incrementally with every step Adam took, and his scalp warmed through his hair as if sunlight was reaching him. A late spring day cooled by shade and elevation turned into something resembling early summer by the time Adam finally found Ronan---warm but not hot, no hint of humidity, the smell of pollen and leaf mulch hanging in the air. With the way Ronan sat between roots, his back resting against a tree trunk, anyone else would have taken his closed eyes and relaxed shoulders as slumber, but Adam knew better. He'd seen Ronan faking sleep---and really sleeping---enough.

"How long?" Adam asked as he approached Ronan's extended legs and knocked his sneaker against Ronan's boot.

Ronan's thick, dark eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks before he opened his ice blue eyes and looked up at Adam, his movements mirroring the way he'd lazily skewed himself between tree roots as he lifted his arm to look at the watch strapped around his wrist between leather bands.

"An hour," he said as he dropped his arm back to his thigh, a challenge in his eyes as he looked up at Adam once more.

"No, it wasn't," Adam replied, kicking Ronan's boot again. "How long really, Lynch?" He could have very well checked on his own, but Ronan had designated himself as official timekeeper while they'd been planning their excursion, and Adam didn't want to take away his purpose, even if his timekeeping skills seemed to be lacking.

"An hour," Ronan repeated, stretching his leg out to kick Adam's sneaker in return before springing smoothly to his feet. Adam fixed an unimpressed stare on his boyfriend until---finally---Ronan's thin lips curled into a benign smirk and he said, "Forty-seven minutes."

"That's not an hour."

"Close enough."

"It's not," Adam replied. "There's a lot you can do in thirteen minutes."

"Oh," Ronan sidled closer to Adam, stepping over a particularly gnarled root, "I know."

Tagging @cheeeryos, @caterpills, and @audikatia if any of you are interested.

[george228732]

Fylass In Wonderland - Epilogue - To Be Continued

Everything was a blur, reflectionless glass was everywhere, floating on the bizarre emptiness that became Wonderland, and the now shattered inhabitants of the area were around, in the void of silence; the cacophony was not there anymore, since it was released from the depths of beyond whatever that could be considered reality, or a shattered delusion; who is to tell? Clearly not the blank reflections that the inhabitants became now.

Although… are they reforming again?

The reflectionless shards of glass that were the reality of this fragile world started to be reformed back into the environment; it was slow, but the area was back into being the familiar Wonderland everyone knew, although it didn’t have color; it didn’t last though, as the black and red patterns of the Card Castle started to color in the royal building again. 

The land was next, as more and more glass floating on the blackened void started to join again, and the trees, flowers, houses, and more of the land, started to be colored again with those bright, pretty colors that made the land, well, a wonder; the hole near The Diamond’s Domains, was surprisingly sealed, and so, there were no dangers related to it again, and the sky became blue with clouds.

The shattered reflections on the floor that were once people started to be formed yet again, and those also took their form back into being the inhabitants, and their eyes opened again when the reflectionless figure of glass started to be colored again, at the point where the glass felt like flesh, and skin, once again. 

"Hnng…" A person groaned on the cold ground of the Card Castle, and it was Pleiades, as they got up from the floor in a sloppy manner, as his head was ringing lightly due to all the ruckus beforehand, although he didn’t care about that when he saw everyone on the floor, seemingly passed out.

"...What the hell happened?" He tried to piece everything together, but it was all such a blur; maybe a rest could work, but before he could piece something on his mind, he looked back, and saw his companion, his sister Blossom, right there, back to being a person again; not shards of glass.

"BLOSSOM!" That yell he made was enough for the whole group to wake up, and so did Blossom, confused as to whatever happened; she had her thoughts all over the place, as if she woke up from a fever dream, and when she tried to get up, Ades hugged her with tears on his eyes.

"OH, BLOSSOM! I AM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY! I SWEAR, I WON’T LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN!"

Blossom was confused, and Ades could see that, even when she was literally unable to make a sound; she seemed to not know what happened, and to be fair, it was better that way.

Ades turned around to help the rest, only to see Dero right there, silent, trying to wake the group up; it was a struggle, yes, but sure enough, some started to wake up, all of them in varying levels of confusion. 

"...Dero…"

"...I doth not know what happened, but we need to help these poor individuals to get up. We can discuss this later." Dero said, even though he seemed too tired to get them up, he still did out of compromise. Ades helped him as well, and soon enough, everyone was well and dandy, again.

"Eurgh…" That was only one of the responses of the group, although the rest of the responses weren’t that different; looking at the surroundings of the now quiet Card Castle, two of the individuals yelled in concern.

"QUEEN!" Ava yelled.

"WISP!" Selene yelled.

Ava and Wisp were concerned about the wellbeing of the ones they called out, and so, they went towards both Wisp and Somnia, which were still processing what just happened to them.

"OH WISP! I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE OKAY! I AM SO SORRY FOR STOPPING BEING YOUR FRIEND, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" Selene said with immense regret in her voice, although Wisp didn’t respond; was he angry with her, maybe? "...W-Wisp?" Selene, with closer inspection, realized that Wisp was unable to speak again, and Wisp realized it too, having a sad face; all of the things he has done to get their voice to get closer to his best friend, only to end without a voice again.

"...Wisp… It’s okay! You are… still my great friend! I can promise you that!" Selene said, hugging Wisp further as the other cats followed her.

"...Er, you okay Selene? You aren’t this emotional from time to time." Casey said with sarcastic confusion; it seemingly was lighthearted though. "Not the time to be this snarky, man." Artemeta followed, talking to Casey.

In the case of Somnia though, she was silent, as she realized that she had different clothing, resembling one of a normal villager of her kingdom. "...W-What?! What happened to me?!" Somnia said with a nervous voice. "AVA! GIVE ME MY ROYAL CLOTHES ON THIS INSTANT!" 

Ava seemed shocked, but not for the clothing though; Somnia wasn’t the Heart Bearer anymore, for her gem was gone, and her heart pupils did the same; she was just a normal person. Ava changed from a shocked face to an expressionless one as she looked into one specific point. 

"...I fear that a new Queen is on the rise." Ava pointed towards the point they were looking at, and Somnia did as such, to see what they were referring to; what both saw was shocking.

It was Dolly; she had a different outfit, resembling a princess, with nothing but red and pink as colors for the dress, with a crown on her head, a magic wand as a weapon on her side, and most importantly, she had a brooch on her chest that had a peculiar looking gem with the shape of a heart.

"...No… Impossible!" Somnia claimed; her kingdom was not hers anymore, it seemed. Fylass’ mind surely was fast enough to give to their best friend, the right to be The Queen of their fictional world. Reasons? Who knows?

"Wowie… Dolly has a new dress! Who was the one? She must give them candy!" Upon she said those words, candy appeared out of nowhere from just moving the wand to a random direction. "And someone ALSO gave her a wand that can manifest sweets?! She needs to find this person and gift them with these for eternity!" Dolly was ecstatic; sure, she didn’t know what just happened, but she got distracted easily.

All the knights came towards her, and bowed in respect for the new Queen.

"...Greetings, Queen Dolly. We may aid you in whatever you need." Ava said. The other knights were silent, but they all seemed happy with this new change of Queen, especially Dero, for some reason. She seemed to be similar to one that Dero held dearly in his heart.

"Wait, Dolly is the Queen now?!" She was surprised, like the rest, but she was also very happy to be in this position of power, even though she obviously had no idea on what to do. "Dolly swears to be the best Queen everyone has ever had!" 

"No, you won't!" Somnia was walking towards her, but Dolly was quick to act. 

"Guards! Get this meanie out of the Castle, pretty please!"

"At your service." Ava said, as she commanded Twilight Knight and Verin to get Somnia out of the castle with ease, and they did as such. 

"RELEASE ME ON THIS INSTANT!" She demanded, but both knights ignored her the best they could, and went towards the main entrance to get her out. Dolly was enjoying her time as new Queen, but she made a promise that she would be better than most of the previous kings and queens that ruled long before Somnia did.

Wisp was sad, not for the Queen leaving, in that case he would feel relieved, but for the fact that their voice was gone. "Oh, White Rabbit! You lost your voice?" Dolly said, as Wisp nodded his head in sadness. ''She can’t let that happen to her new royal servant! She’ll find a way to give you back your voice!" As Dolly said those words, a contract was released out of the wand. "...Oh. Well, since Dolly is the Queen, if you sign this contract, you’ll get your voice back, with the exchange of… doing whatever you want!" In a normal world, that logic would be laughable at best, but this is Wonderland at the end of the day.

Wisp was ecstatic when he heard those words, and quickly got a pen out of his pockets, and signed the contract. It shined, and soon enough, it disappeared into thin air. 

"...Did it work-" Wisp said, as he found out his voice was back. "I CAN SPEAK AGAIN! AND I DON’T HAVE TO BE THAT BUSY AGAIN?! IT’S A MIRACLE!" The Dark Matter was happy, and Selene was too, hugging her friend she once lost.

"...Dolly is so happy to see another happy face! Does anyone have more troubles? Do not fret, for Queen Dolly is out to aid you!" She was really enjoying this job, and looked around the main hall to see if someone else was feeling down. Everything seemed fine, with lots of happy faces around, until she saw Lucid on the corner, seemingly holding something.

"Eh? Are you feeling good and dandy, friend?" She said to Lucid but he didn’t respond. She was starting to get worried, so she walked towards Lucid to see what was going on. The face of concern of Dolly was slowly starting to get worse, as she realized what Lucid was holding. It was Fylass’ hat. 

"Wait! Best friend?! Where are they?!" She looked around to see where Fylass was, but she didn’t find them. "Sir! How did you get that hat?!" Lucid, upon hearing that, started to speak in a grieving tone. 

"I-I saw the kid… They fell into the void. I tried to save them, but I was already on the floor, shattered into pieces, and as my vision turned white, I could see them falling to their possible demise. I doubt that kid would be able to survive in there if there was a floor."

Dolly was shocked, and right after that, devastated. She started to tear up, and then sob. 

"...I apologize too, for not being able to save them either… I couldn’t move, and I saw them falling there too." Pleiades said.

"...I also was a witness, and I can’t feel anything but regret for that scene…" Dero said.

Chaos, Kurabe, and Fettuccine came towards Lucid. 

"...I… Well, it’s… okay… We understand how you feel. When I lost the chance to be with Mikuto again, I started to feel the same feelings as you, I am sure."

"...Yeah… Same with Mety, although me and Kurabe got them back… I feel so sorry…"

"..." Chaos didn’t know what to say, but he needed to say something for this now to be awkward or even more heartbreaking than it could be at the moment.

"...We have to move on… That kid will always be remembered, wherever he is…" 

Everyone at the scene started to feel an incredible sadness, but even then, it was no use to stay here doing nothing. They had to go home… Dero spoke up. "As much as I hate saying this, we need to get to our homes. We need rest for all the misfortunes that happened at the scene."

Everyone silently agreed, as they used the main entrance to go to their homes, and soon enough, the doors were closed. 

"...Dolly will be the best Queen Wonderland has ever had, for you, best friend…" Dolly said. "She’ll make you proud!"

The path was melancholic; even with the blue sky above them, the path couldn’t be more gloomy and regretful; although, now, something was different, and everyone in the group noticed immediately. 

"...What?" The Circus of Infinity had disappeared completely, and so did Dull Glass, and a straight path leading to the Hatter’s Domains was in place instead.

"...How is this even possible? Soliera would feel really sad when seeing this." Genesis said. 

"...Wait, now that I think about it… Where’s Soliera?!" Damian said. 

"...That’s right… Where the hell is she? Did she disappear as well?" Pleiades said afterwards; it was as if Soliera and the Circus never existed. That circus of infinite denial wasn’t there anymore.

"...I guess another one bites the shattered dust." Fela said as they were quickly hit strongly on the back by Mikuto and the Cats. Fela didn’t even bother to be angry at the situation. Everyone was silent; they didn’t know what else to do, or say, but they were sure to keep her in her memory as well, ignoring completely that Singularity had also disappeared.

They kept on going with the path, and so, they reached the Hatter’s House, and the tea party, although the table was missing; Celesta was missing, although it was sure that she was just sleeping somewhere deep into the woods. The now hollow tea party had only the chairs remaining, leaving only the masks, and armors of the four knights the regulars used to get out of that curse.

"I guess Celesta had free dinner…" Lucid said, as they got to the house.

"...Well, this is our departure, we are going home. We need some rest after what happened." Pleiades said.

"...Understandable. Hope you have a nice day." Kurabe said, and then, everyone said their departure to each other. Lucid had only just noticed that Fetty was holding hands with a blueberry colored Astral with bunny ears. The one stuck in the mirror. 

"...So Genesis did burn all the contracts…" Lucid said, and with that, he only just noticed that he had nowhere to go.

"...I assume you don’t have a home?" Chaos said.

"...I-I do, but… I can’t get to it."

"You are from Underland, yes?"

"...Well, yes, I am from there…"

"...It’s a shame, the entrance that connected both kingdoms was quickly sealed as sightings of the "Jabberwocky" were starting to become more recent." Chaos said, and such, Lucid felt a sense of dread when hearing that word, and Chaos noticed.

"...You can stay at my house if it’s of your liking; we can discuss… things more clearly then."

Lucid silently nodded, and so, Chaos opened the door to his house.

The inside was just as before, but it seemed brighter for some reason; dust was everywhere, and the crack on the door Chaos made with his weapon was still there, but it was nothing too bad.

"Here, sit down." Chaos said to Lucid as he pointed towards the dusty couch. Both sat down, and like if it was clockwork, the dusty clock of the house started ticking, giving out an odd atmosphere that Lucid didn’t like at all.

"...So… Before we discuss whatever things you might want to talk about, could we talk about that tapestry for a moment?" Chaos said.

"...I guess we can."

"...Look, if I am being completely honest with you… I don’t even remember how I was born, or even if I had a childhood. I just appeared in the middle of nowhere, and people suddenly told me I was the symbol bearer of the spade. I was told I could be royalty, and they told me that I should go visit the Queen of Hearts to meet her."

"...I assume that didn’t go well…"

"I got a job as her hatter; I didn’t like the job per se, but at least I got some perks here and there that made things easier for me. I wasn’t even aware that I had a dedicated floor of the castle only for me, let alone knowing that I had that tapestry dedicated to me as well."

"I still don’t know why… Why do we have the possibility that I am… well, what I am now thanks to your presence. "When outsiders come across this entity, make sure you don’t stay with it for long, or you’ll transform into a creature of madness" That’s what it said."

"...I apologize."

"...Don’t be. I know you had no choice, and even then, we couldn’t be able to be separated due to that curse of tea. It was bound to happen, and I am sure you aren’t malicious."

"...Thank you." Chaos said. "You can stay here at my house as we find a home for you, if you like."

"...I appreciate it dearly. Besides, with your size, you would need someone to clean the upper shelves." Lucid said, laughing a little.

"...Haha, very funny."

"... I still have another question on my mind though…" Lucid said. "How is it possible that Fylass was the one that made that artwork in the first place? Everything in Wonderland seems connected to them in some way."

"...It was said that this world was made for the sake of one tortured soul that fell to their own insanity, leaving a trail of chaos on its way, that had to be hidden away in a personal hell… Those sayings were lost to time though."

"...Are you saying that…"

"...Maybe. Only time will tell."

"But the kid is… dead though…"

"...What makes you think that they died?"

"...Everything really, the hat, their absence, their behavior, basic logic. Everything points to the fact that the kid left this world… And I couldn’t do anything about it."

"...There’s not a corpse, so they are not dead. You can confirm those suspicions when we find it, if that’s even remotely possible…"

"...How are you so sure?"

"We don’t always have to look at things directly. We sometimes have to look through the hands of time. We sometimes have to look through reflections. We sometimes have to look…"

"...Through the Looking Glass."

FEEL FREE TO WRITE THE AFTERMATH OF YOUR OCS IN THIS STORY AFTER THIS! -Yours truly, George228732

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[moonxkitty]

into the mirror (1/?)

This is a fem reader (i use y/n but it's still yuu) rewrite of twisted wonderland. I love the original game, but i wanna delve into the vignettes and incorporate them into the story as much as possible, as well as add some romance just because.

Silence filled the nullified, empty void of a room you currently stood in. Your own breaths couldn't be heard, as if time and space itself had stopped completely. A cavity of darkness with icy cold air like nothing you've felt before. The shiver that ran down your back was the only movement you made, your body refusing to do anything more than that. After a few moments it became bright. A blinding, green light filled your vision until it subdued, revealing where it was coming from. A mirror. An oval mirror. The outside was gold with beautiful and intricate detailing on it.

Eventually the light dimmed enough for you to make out the figure within the reflectionless mirror. A green, glowing hand, with nails as sharp as claws, unlike anything you had ever seen before.

You studied the hand, unaware of what to do. It was reaching out towards you, as if it wanted you to take its hand. Before you could make a decision on whether or not to do such a thing, a voice spoke up, echoing throughout the void.

"Ah... My dearly beloved. A lovely and nobel flower of evil."

You looked around, unable to see anyone around you. It was just you and the mirror.

As it began to speak, you felt inclined to get closer. Each word spoken was another step taken.

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the....."

The voice faded out, going into silence once more. Your eyes stayed on the hand for several minutes, before the voice spoke up again, this time in a whisper.

"Take the hand beckoning you."

"Take the hand."

"Take it."

And so, you took it.

It yanks you forward towards the mirror. You close your eyes tight, waiting for impact, but it never comes. Instead you're in another dark space, this time, feeling wood against your back.

"Hhn not again.." you mumble to yourself. Going through the mirror gave you a killer migraine but wherever you are right now doesn't provide enough space for you to move your hand to your head. The, what appears to be a door, which is keeping you in such a confined space, begins rattling. You dont say anything, for fear of scaring whoever or whatever it is off and not letting you out.

"Time to get this coffin open and steal those robes~ Nyahaha" a cheeky voice declared from the otherside. Had you died? Or had you been mistakenly buried alive? Both thoughts were bone chilling.

The banging and clanking had continued on for a few moments before the voice spoke up again, "Fine~ if you won't open the easy way, I guess I'll have to use my special powers! They don't call me The Great Grim for nothin'!"

It was quiet once more, making you fear your only way out had disappeared until you heard a sizzling sound. Smoke filled your lungs, forcing you to cough, and as a result your eyes watered. The confined space you were in got hotter and hotter, panic rising in your chest as your mind was plauged of thoughts of burning alive. But then the lid popped open and the fire, which was blue to your surprise, started to put itself out. As if it truely was magic.

You fell out of the coffin and onto the floor, coughing and hacking for air. It still hurt to breath from all the smoke, but it was starting to pass.

"Gah~ You're not supposed be awake!!" The voice yelped.

Your eyes remain closed, and in between coughs you make your rebuttal, "Do you mean awake or alive?"

"Mya? What are you blabbering about!?"

"Oh you know exactly what I mean, you dirty grave rob-" you turn to look at whoever's speaking at you only to stumble back further in surprise, "gahh! a talking raccoon!"

The creature took great offense to your comment and got on all four of his legs, trying to look more intimidating.

"I'm not a raccoon! I'm The Great Grim!! Now hand over your robes."

You look down out of confusion to notice that you were, in deed, wearing robes. They were reminiscent of a mages, and you definitely weren't wearing them before you arrived.

"Sorry, but I don't think I want to... give up my robes that is, Mr. Grim," you smile sheepishly at him.

"Guess I'll have to roast ya' then! I gotta have those robes before the ceremony," he growls, getting ready to pounce on you. Thats your cue to leave. You get up as fast as you can, and book it out of the room. Its a struggle to run, seeing as the robes are way too big for you making you trip over them every once in awhile.

Through the hallway, down the corridor, the two of you go. You manage to make it outside to the court yard, only barely losing him but you know he'll find you again soon. You just need a breather before you continue to run.

"Nyahaha!? You think you can escape The Great Grim? Foolish human!! I'm gonna get you!" he calls out, while you're barely still out of his sight.

There were some bushes surrounding a few of the trees that were dense enough that if one were to hide there, they probably wouldn't be seen. Running out of options you quickly pull your hood up and jump into the bushes.

Wrong move apparently, as you ram into two other people in the same robes as you. One of them being hit against the tree, the other just being pushed to the ground.

"Ouch! What gives!?" The one who was rammed into the tree questions, rubbing his head.

You quickly sit up and cover his mouth with your hand. You were practically on top of him, had your hand not be in the way, you would've been almost close enough to kiss.

"Shhh, he'll hear you," you whispered. The silence was awkward, the other person just lying there trying to recover from hitting their back on the grass so hard.

You took this time to look at the boy you were shushing, he had ginger hair, a black heart around his left eye, and heavy eyeliner. He couldn't do the same, however, as the hood over your head made it impossible to see your facial features.

You hear the voice once more, this time clearly just right outside of your hiding spot.

"Nya~ that stupid human must've ran off... but The Great Grim won't give up that easily!" he snickers, scurrying off.

Once you're absolutely sure he's gone, you take your hand off of the boy's mouth.

"Sorry," you apologize, "I didnt mean to ram you into a tree."

His face is flushed from the compromising position the two of you are in.

"Can you... move..?" He asks, rather embarrassed, the other person now laughing at him.

"Oh... Yeah, sorry I didn't even realize! My bad!" You climb off of him and stand up. The laughing coming from the other turns into cackling.

You bow, apologize profusely, "I'm so sorry to interrupt your intimate time together! I didn't know this was a makeout place for couples!"

The laughing died down, and as if the one boy's face wasnt already red from embarassment it was not. The purple haired person's cheeks also flushed, it was hard to tell who was more humiliated by such an accusation.

"Huhhh?" The ginger nearly yelled.

"No need to be embarassed!" You wave your hand at him dismissively and go up to the other, "Sorry about earlier! I wasn't trying to do anything, don't worry, I respect girl code!" Your hands were grasping 'hers.'

"Girl code!?" The 'girl's' voice was deeper than you expeceted. "I'm not a girl! Can't you clearly tell I'm a guy!" He huffed.

Taken aback you, once more apologize, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to misgender you! I should think before I speak, gahh!!" You lightly hit your forehead with the palm of your hand.

"I support gay rights, don't worry...!" You quickly add, trying to make up for the mess you made.

Wrong move, again, apparently.

"Wha— I'm not gay!" The ginger denies, getting all defensive. You weren't gonna push it, but in the back of your mind you suspected he was probably bi or something along those lines, as he was acting a little too fruity for a straight guy.

You simply bow, profusely apologizing for everything that's just occured. "I am so sorry...."

The two boys looked at each other, the ginger shrugging at the purple haired one, confused on why you were acting so weird.

They hadn't seen your face yet, curiousity was rising in both of them. But before they could have the chance the voice from earlier was back.

"Nyahahaha!! Foolish human, I smell you~ I'm gonna roast you if you don't come here!"

You turn around to face where the voice was coming from and then back to the two boys. "Sorry, but thats my cue to run! See ya— or maybe not."

Slipping out of the bushes you run off, the creatures voice yelling at you to come back. As if you were going to listen to him after making it past him so far.

Once again the chase insued. You ran back into the building, down a couple hallways, before ending up in a library.

It was unlike any library you had ever seen, floating books scattered around the room. There seemed to be shelf after shelf lined up, the room so large it felt like it was never ending. You weaved your way between the different book shelves as the small, gray monster chased you. However you made a wrong turn and found yourself face to face with the wall.

"I've got you now!" The monster grins, a devilish, toothy grin, as he corners you in between shelves. Without hesitation, you grab one of the floating books and hold it back as if it were a baseball back.

"Sorry kitty, but I'll use this if I have to," you warned.

A boisterous voice, one you recognized as soon as it spoke, called out, "No need for that! My lash of love's got it taken care of."

It was the one who beckoned you into the mirror. But why? You'd have to ask him later.

"Nyahhh~ Let go of me! Don't you know who I am?! I'm The Great Grim!" The monster snarls, thrashing around in the ropes grip, however he's unable to escape.

The man who had confined Grim came into view. His crow-like appearance and glowing yellow eyes intriguing you, as they were nothing like you had ever seen before.

"There you are! I assume you're a new first year student this year? My, my, you sure were eager to make your debut," the man speaks, pausing for a moment to look over at Grim, "I'm sure you know that bringing a poorly trained familiar is a clear violation of school policy, no?"

Grim looks taken aback, and hisses, "I'm not some lowly human's familiar! Now, let me go!"

"I'm not a lowly human... But he's right about not being my familiar..." You try to explain but the crow-masked man refuses to listen.

"Rebellious familiars always say that. Now be quiet, why don't you?" He commands, and Grim's mouth shuts tight.

He tries to speak but just gets out muffles, "MMphm-!"

The crow man sighs, and turns back to you, "Now, the ceremony is waiting for you. You're the last one to get sorted and everyones getting impatient and wants to get back to their dorms."

You look at him, a bit confused, before speaking up, "Ceremony? Dorms...? Where am I?" You start to question your surroundings as you glance around.

"Ah, it seems as though traversing through the mirror has made your memory fuzzy. That happens from time to time." The crow mask man remarks back, completely ignoring and leaving your questions unanswered.

You follow him in silence, only more questions building up inside. Why was there a talking cat? Or tanuki... or whatever it was. And why was this man so weird? You definitely must've gotten yourself involved in a cult and the leader was taking you to your initiation.

You begin to glance around, "Don't drink the koolaid, Y/N... you'll be okay as long as you don't drink the koolaid." you mumble in an attempt to keep calm.

Once you walk through the large doors, back into the room you were previously in, you see a bunch of people around your age wearing robes. The same robes you were wearing. There was instantly whispers amongst them all, the few that you managed to overhear were about how you ran off or were late to the ceremony.

Once ushered to the mirror, you stare at it, unable to say anything. The face that stared back at you was... peculiar. It was the same green color as that hand. It must be the same entity, whatever it may be.

The crow man looked at you expectantly, but you weren't sure what you were supposed to do. That was until the mirror spoke.

"State your name." It demanded.

I promise I'll write more often <3

[corvidpaws]

glass

Genesis is alone.

This is a fact of life.

They hadn’t always been alone, they think. They’d lived out there, once. With their friends. In Wonderland; where everything was upside down and the right way up at the same time.

Then they made a mistake.

It wasn’t big, it wasn’t life-threatening. The Queen of Hearts said that they had to sign a contract to repent, and they hadn’t read it.

That was their biggest mistake.

They were trapped. In the underbelly of the circus they had once visited, where they had laughed at the acts, eaten cotton candy and sweets until they were almost hyper. In a maze of glass.

In order to leave, they had to imprison people in the mirrors. And they were so close.

Genesis felt a wave of frustration ripple through them as they watched Fylass and Dolly duck through the door, skidding to a stop as the exit became a painting. They clutched the handle of one of their glass daggers, cursing themselves for dropping it, for leaving the note out in the open for Dolly to find.

They sighed, turning away with a frown as the painting vanished, hidden by rows of glass. Genesis grabbed a sheaf of paper from their bag and an old pencil they had found that was dangling from their ear. Both items had fallen through one of the reflectionless mirrors.

They slammed the paper down onto the ground, and began to write, pouring out their feelings onto the paper.

There was no room for emotions in the contract.

I let them escape. I was so close to freedom, to finally being free.

But they were crying.

Genesis paused, thinking of Fylass’s yells, of Dolly’s warnings, as they ran, as they chased them through the maze.

I was weak. I let the Club escape. Something in me made my hand loosen just enough to let the dagger drop. The note was a coincidence, though.

The Queen of Hearts won’t be happy.

She stuck me here, though. I don’t care about what she thinks.

They looked up in the general direction Fylass and Dolly had left.

Run, Club. Save Wonderland. And set me free.

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[chounaifu]

Kiss Roulette @gamblingrimsley

19. A kiss underwater

Open water terrifies me. I think there's somethin' admirable about things that scare me. Not much gets to me. But the deep nothingness does.

Yet when the gambler is flung off of his Mantine and into the water, the reflectionless beast is lurking beneath the surface like a predator, with all of those sharp teeth and those eyes poised to focus on prey. The sea is eerily still beneath the waves, even as the current pushes everything around them in a harsh, yet steady flow. His hair moves like seaweed as his form abruptly vanishes from view.

Didn't Grimsley once say that he found places like this peaceful?

The monster reappears behind him, arms stretching out and snaking around Grimsley's form, fingers curling against the flowing kimono, his head leaning over the man's shoulder, until they were cheek to cheek; turning his head, they lock eyes.

Wouldn't this be a beautiful place to die? Ah, not if he were to drown and fall to the ocean floor within the grasp of a beast.

Nails that were far too long to be human grasp at the gambler's chin, turning it, and they interlock in a brief kiss. Fingertips twirl a few strands of black and white hair before Proton exhales, the oxygen bubbles flowing from his mouth as he sinks into the undertow, vanishing.

When Grimsley blinks, he'd find himself washed up onto the shore, a concerned bystander flipping him over to see if he was alive.

There was no sign that the repo man had ever been there, and there was no plausible explanation for why he would had been beneath the surface of the water in the first place.

What a nagging, awful delusion to be stuck with-- alas, it was a proper location for someone's brain to place Proton, if he was going to fuel their subconscious.

Had it actually been Proton, he might not had let his friend return to the surface, terribly possessive.

[yukii0nna]

I just saw the trope thing, but I have like a bunch of characters I want to ask about... If it's too much, just pick whichever you want to do, I'll be satisfied hearing about either one of the characters XD

☆ Amane

☆ Camila

☆ Vivian

☆ Mesulia

Choosing Vivian! Will do the rest of them later at request.

Abel and Cain: Was the Cain to her sister. Keyword was

Abusive parents: Used her own kids as soldiers and actively emotionally manipulated them to the point that they still have noticeable issues even after she's gone. Doesn't stop at her own kids

Animal motif: Butterflies and Angel

Bitch in sheep's clothing: Present herself as a kindly if sightly ditzy woman.

The Chessmaster: Has many plans in case things go wrong.

Clipped wing Angel: Lost her wings long ago. It's still a sore spot so no one ever pushes that button

Eviler than Thou: Is this to Gabriel.

Evil can't comprehend Good: Adverted Which makes her dangerous.

Fatal Flaws: Pride, despite herself she can get too cocky which leads her to crack.

Hated by All: Downplayed as she is seen as a genuinely person but those who know her true colors hate her guys and want to take her down.

Humans are Flawed: A view that served her well as a villain.

Jerk ass: Big time

Light is not Good: Light Fae and well....look at the rest of the page.

Manipulative Bitch: Turns it up to eleven as Empress. She knows how to play on one's fears and insecurities to make them her puppet.

Pragmatic Villainy: Will do something good if it benefits her in the long run

Proud Beauty: Is pretty confident in her looks but makes sure not to use them often.

Reflectionless eyes: An indication that she is a Light Fae

Terms of endangerment: My dears

Villain Respect: Gives Bryon Scarlet credit for cutting off her wings and

Would harm a child: Given how many kids she hurt and traumatized without remorse, we definitely will..

You will not evade me: Uses her butterflies to track her "charges",.

[melancholicdrift]

reflectionless mirror

some days i look in the mirror and i don’t recognize the face staring back at me

i know they’re me, but who am i?

i look in the mirror and i see my mother’s eyes,

i see my father’s nose,

i see my mother’s smile,

i see everything that they created;

but i still feel like a byproduct

i feel like i’m not my own person,

i’m just this sack of meat and bones these two people created and sometimes i wonder Who they made

i know they made an artist, a musician, a philosopher; they made a dreamer

i’m always stuck in my dreams

it’s to the point that i question what’s a dream and what’s not

will i wake up one day? will i fall asleep one day?

will i ever know peace?

[incrcls]

sry for the frequent asks

any favorites from him?

forgot to say, but trying to publish now is ultimately just a suggestion. something to consider, though: writers improve over the course of their careers (and well, just over time). personally, i don’t know when i would find my writing “good enough” to try and publish; waiting to improve in my case would probably hinder me lol. if it’s worthwhile for you all to try it now, then try it and go from there.

i definitely think you can be happy with your progress and such while being personally unhappy. happiness for certain things doesn’t necessarily mean you are happy overall if i’m understanding your words correctly. (<3)

No worries, I've been loving the frequent asks!

At the moment, Simple Folds & Reflectionless.

Of course! I think it would be a fun experience - at the very least, new - that, like you, finding the perfect time for would cause more problems. Is it perhaps a tad impulsive? Yes, haha, but I have faith in us! After all, what's the worst that can happen? & since we're approaching a very busy time, I doubt we'd be looking into it anytime soon.

Thank you. I suppose it would be better to phrase it as being happy with the writing done, but disappointed at taking so long - being a school assignment at heart, I hate extending the deadline so much. Either way, you're definitely right - emotions can be so complex haha.

[modern-hepburn]

Infinity’s Arrows

Lost in this recursed abyss A mirror wall, reflectionless I rue the day my heart was chosen To be left, connectionless I ran away, but now I’m frozen Trapped inside my land-locked heart I cannot speak, I cannot breathe And from my lips, no pleas depart This stone wall of eternity Rains arrows down upon my head I stand alone, with shattered bones A gelid ghost, a living dead I feel my finite blood rush through I nock the arrow in the string I pull it tight, and shoot the knight And so begins another spring.

[zeropoems]

somewhere on your way you lose the want for sleep at night

you stay up until the sun shines through your window and fall asleep once your house stirs

the nights are long and you haven't felt so alone in so long

and on those nights

nothing has a face

the whole world is all eyes

there's something missing

the missing poster is missing a face

the mirror is missing a reflection

you're missing feeling at home

you're missing your old self

you're missing yourself

and on those nights

you don't have a face

" reflectionless " - zero (me)

[george228732]

Fylass Through the Looking Glass - Chapter One - Our Guest

The setting sun was in place, as Fylass and Lucid were walking towards the castle just for a way to make the kid feel slightly happier than before; all attempts beforehand were futile, so maybe a reunion with someone like them could help, although nobody could be so sure about how to help them at this point.

"..." Fylass was looking down, with an expression that couldn’t be described, but their eyes were seemingly looking at nowhere, even though they were pointing to the floor. Lucid couldn’t feel as if this Fylass had become a totally different person, and he wasn’t sure if the Fylass he knew would come back. 

"...It seems like it will rain pretty soon." Indeed, dark clouds were around the sky, and it’s more than likely that a storm is getting closer. Fylass looked up, and nodded in silence.

"...Hey." Lucid said. "It’s okay if you don’t want to tell us some things here and there, but just so you know, we aren’t going to abandon you; in fact, I am sure that we would all work together to make you happy." He said afterwards.

"...I don’t want that, though…" Fylass remarked. "I didn’t want things to change at all; I thought that never telling you guys those issues would make things the same as before, and turns out, I was right… Things have changed, and I hate it. I hate it. I hate it."

Lucid seemed quite taken aback, even though it was surely common for him to see this scenario before. 

"Then think how would your mind feel if only you would be able to know what happens inside your head; it would break apart for sure if you kept that to yourself…" 

"That’s why I had you guys in my dreams… in my Wonderland. They weren’t real, yes, but they were real for me…" Fylass, upon saying those words, remembered what happened at the end of their last journey; everything shattering, including their friends and the environment around, becoming nothing but reflectionless glass. He realized something though… Those copies of their friends looked and acted… too real, like if they were actual living beings.

Could it be…

Fylass’ train of thought stopped though, when they heard thunder nearby; that surely kept them on edge, and afterwards, both Fylass and Lucid could feel the rain on their  faces. 

"Kid, quick! We’re getting closer to the castle!" Lucid and Fylass ran as fast as they could to their destination; the rain wasn’t that strong now, but it was sure that it would get worse as minutes passed. It was moments like these that Fylass’ would’ve loved to bring an umbrella with them.

After some more running, the castle was starting to be seen; Fylass remembered visiting this place a couple of times beforehand, and yet, they were still amazed at what they were looking at in the distance. Sure enough, both got into the entrance as the rain started to feel like needles. 

"...Phew… Are you alright, kid?"

"Y-Y-Yeah… I am…" 

The entrance door slowly opened, showing off the inside of the castle, with a Crowned Buddy waiting on the other side already having blankets in hand; he surely was prepared for this. 

"I told you that it was going to rain, Lucid…" He said in a soft, yet sort of intimidating voice.

"Eh, it’s alright, although I am not so sure about Fylass…" Lucid said, looking at the kid that was next to him.

"...Hi, sir Buddy…"

"Oh dear! Fylass! I forgot you were coming! Are you feeling okay?" Buddy seemingly knew what was going on with Fylass, since Lucid told him tidbits of their condition, and Fylass seemed to notice.

"...N-No." They said.

"Are you feeling sick then? We can aid you if you like."

"It’s not that… F-Forget what I said, I am okay. I am okay. I am okay." Buddy knew that Fylass was lying to his face, but he didn’t want to put the kid in even more stress than before, so he left the conversation like that.

"...Alright. Take these blankets though, you both are soaked from head to toe, and I would want anything but you guys to catch a cold." Both Fylass and Lucid took the blankets.

"...How is… Crowny doing?" 

"Oh, she is asleep, thankfully. She has been causing ruckus for a while. How about… Mistle?"

"...He’s alright, I think… Still as mischievous as ever." 

"That's good." Fylass didn’t know what to do at the moment, since they are now here, and looking at the weather outside the castle, it was sure that they wouldn’t be able to leave soon. 

"Oh, I forgot! It’s almost dinner time. I’ll go to the kitchen, it won't take long." Lucid commented as he left the room. 

"...Haha, he is surely kind, isn’t he?" Buddy said, seemingly talking to Fylass, but they only nodded in response. Buddy was silent, as the awkwardness spread towards the room, being faintly muffled by the cold air around thanks to the rain outside.

"Hey, why… don’t you take a seat in the dining room? Lucid cooks pretty fast, so I am sure you won’t have to wait for long. It’s around that hallway over there." Fylass nodded again in silence, as they moved towards there.

Fylass felt pathetic, seemingly only being able to feel sadness around; they were being taken care of, and giving them lots of opportunities to smile, and yet, Fylass was feeling worse and worse. Their hopelessness was pitiable, and they knew that, but it somehow felt… comfortable.

The hallways were pretty, and Fylass did take their time to appreciate the scenery, but at the end, they got to the dining room, one fitting for a king, and sat down on one of the chairs that was seemingly made for them.

They waited for some time, but soon enough, they could feel the sweet aroma of warm food across the room, making them at least slightly more enthusiastic about the whole ordeal, and another creature was seemingly enthusiastic about it too.

"Hey! Lasagna!" A voice said, coming towards the dining room.

"Crowny! Get over here!" Buddy said afterwards, and there she was; a small Grand Doomer, ironically enough that was eager to eat, but also pretty confused when seeing Fylass in there too.

"Penguin? What are you doing here?" She asked with confusion, but also a bit of mischievousness in her tone.

"Oh… Hi, Crowny, uh… Lucid invited me."

"Oooh. I get it." She snickered. "How’s Mistle by the way?" 

"He’s fine; or well, as fine as a tree can be; telling jokes to Pleiades or Dolly and such." Fylass said. Mistle was a friend of Crowny, meeting all the way back when Fylass met Buddy, and Shard; the latter being now Lucid, and they ended up having a very strong friendship from day one.

"Pfft, glad that stupid tree is doing well!" She said affectionately; both like to tease themselves like that, so it was nothing new. "I might visit him soon." 

"That’s… great…"

"Ya feeling okay, kid?" 

"...Sort of."

"Huh. Oh well, I am sure you’ll smile when you get your food, so let’s not be so dramatic. I am sure the rain came because of how gloomy you were." She said jokingly, although Fylass didn’t seem to laugh. She kept silent, realizing she was not helping.

"Jeez, is their condition that bad so they don’t laugh at my jokes?" She thought. "Hopefully that lasagna can at least make them grin or something, I dunno.

Soon enough, the aroma came closer to the room, and both Fylass and Crowny were seeing Lucid and Buddy with a tray full of lasagna. Fylass would be lying if they said their mouth wasn’t watering. 

"Here it is! Enjoy!" Lucid said as he placed the slices of lasagna on the plates. Crowny was the first one to take a bite of the food, obviously. 

Fylass slowly took a knife and a fork to start eating the food, but when they placed it on their mouth, they couldn’t help but think they were eating sand instead of actual food; and their mood quickly deteriorated.

"...Something happens, kid?"

"...Why…?" It was as if Fylass had stopped to feel actual joy at eating.The lasagna didn’t have any sort of issue, and yet, it felt like nothing. Fylass was starting to tear up, but quickly hid those tears away, for they didn’t want anyone to see them.

"...I think I’ll go home."

"What?! No, you can’t! You’ll get sick!" Lucid said with concern.

"Please, I’ll be okay-" Fylass got interrupted by the feeling of being bitten in the arm, and sure enough, Crowny was doing just that. "OUCH!"

"Nope. You’re not leaving, listen to the adults or something, kid!" 

"Was it necessary for you to bite my arm, though?!"

"...Uh, duh?" Crowny said; Fylass could see both Lucid and Buddy facepalming.

"Come on, Fylass, you can stay here until the rain goes away! You can even sleep in one of the many guest rooms around here." Lucid said.

"What?! I wouldn’t want to bother you with that! Don’t worry."

"We are worrying, and for your safety, it’s better for you to stay here until the rain goes away."

"..." Fylass sighed, and afterwards, nodded yet again. 

"...Are you feeling tired?" 

"...Yeah." 

"I’ll prepare the room then." Buddy said as they left with Lucid to do just that. Crowny was clueless on what to do, but for the lack of an answer, she left with Lucid and Buddy too, leaving Fylass alone. Their guilt started to leak in their head again; they didn’t want anyone to do something for them, even the slightest things could make them feel guilty.

Fylass waited for some minutes, as they ate the lasagna they had left on their plate, out of hunger. The feeling of eating sand was still there, but there wasn’t much things the kid could do about it.

"There, the room is ready." Buddy said as they approached Fylass again. Fylass silently moved along with him to direct them to their designated room as they waited for the rain to pass. Steps and steps followed, as they got onto the room Fylass was supposed to stay if they liked.

The inside was pretty, with a big window leading to a balcony pointing at the landscape, a pristine bed with blue sheets, some drawers, and a small bookshelf on the corner. 

"Hope you like your stay here. If you need something, feel free to call us." Buddy said, as Fylass nodded. 

"Good night." The door was closed, and Fylass placed their backpack right next to the closed window, and decided to look around the room to see what it had. There were blue curtains that served to cover the window, so Fylass used them to do as such.

They checked the drawers, which contained some pencils and an empty notebook for them to write in.

The bed was soft, and surely it would be useful for any insomniac to use them to fall asleep easily.

At last, they checked the bookshelf; there was nothing that special about it, but something reached Fylass’ attention. It was an old book, with the words "Etymology" on the cover.

Lucid and Buddy might have placed this just for Fylass to entertain themself if possible. Fylass opened the book to see what was in, and it contained rows and rows of words that the kid didn’t understand. It seemingly was a thesaurus, but it was different, to the point that even things as niche symbols were here as explanations.

"...These are some of the words Dero says, seemingly, haha…" Fylass said as they read more pages of the book. It was interesting to say the least; it would be weird to think that a book as boring as this could make Fylass feel entertained, but it worked nonetheless. 

Soon enough, they finished reading the book in its entirety, but the rain didn’t pass. 

"...Guess I’ll have to sleep here…" They said, as they reached their backpack to get some of their medicine before going to sleep, although something else accidentally was dropped off the backpack. The box containing the brooch.

They were about to place it back into it, but curiosity started to sink in. How is Wonderland now? Is it still shattered? Is everyone okay? Questions started to appear on the back of their mind, and they hated having no answer to those questions.

"...Maybe I should try to go back… I know it is a dream, so if something happens… I can just wake up, right…?" Fylass subconsciously, already had placed the brooch on their sweater, and that feeling of tiredness was becoming bigger.

"...It’ll be… just a visit…" The kid was trying their best to go back to bed so they didn't pass out on the floor, and by pure miracle, they managed to do so, as the brooch started to glow, and Fylass’ eyes closed…

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@lostsoulau-ask (Lucid, Buddy and Crowny)

@galakianexplosion (Creator of the illustration)

@monsterhatdoodles (Dero, briefly mentioned)