#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

[purple-eyesgreydragon]

Long ago before Narinder's imprisonment. Each of the Bishops of the Old Faith had a bitter rivalry with a god in the lands beyond. These other gods were admittedly stronger then their Bishop rivals. It was the Bishops' unity that kept these other gods at bay. Salvanis's rival was Shamura.

Their rivalry began before the two were even gods. Salvanis was the one who found the purple crown first. But in his hastened excited flight, he neglected to watch where he went and got caught in Shamura's web. The spider closed in, Salvanis quickly struggled free and escaped, leaving the purple crown behind in the web, to which Shamura claimed. Salvanis would later spitefully search for another crown to claim, the grey crown.

Salvanis constantly feeds on the dreams of mortals, not just getting sustenance and power, but their knowledge and secrets. Including those from the Bishops of the Old Faith's followers. Shamura didn't like Salvanis could penetrate the minds of their disciples. Salvanis couldn't stand light even when not physically being somewhere. Nightlights were sources some used to ward off Salvanis' reach, but only slightly. But hindered their ability to sleep, as darkness inspires sleep. Shamura created a better more effective alternative. They weaved their webs to make dreamcatchers, with the power to protect dreamers from Salvanis completely. With not the need for light, and having full assurance Salvanis could not feed on the minds, imagination, and knowledge of mortals. Salvanis of course didn't like it, the dreamcatchers themselves reminded him of how his rivalry with Shamura began. These two also never saw each other again after Narinder's imprisonment. Salvanis would relish knowing Shamura's knowledge and clarity slipped with their mind.

It's no coincidence each bovine bishop gets their colored copy of the red crown. The red crown couldn't originally divide itself into four copies. They are shadowed reflections of the Bishops of the Old Faith's absorbed power. Goat gets a shadowed copy of Shamura's power. An improved empowered version, making the Goat stronger with their raising faith in the Lamb. Because the crown copy carries Shamura's power, it is the perfect counter to Salvanis. The dream vampire was very displeased at the sight of Goat wearing a crown of Shamura's color.

Another reason Salvanis distastes the Goat. In relation to vampires and their reflectionless nature to mirrors. Since the Goat is a living reflection of the Lamb, Salvanis doesn't like that. Him a master of darkness, the Goat a shadow made flesh, not his to control.

The relic of Salvanis is his Ruby of Requiem. He wears on his collar. The First Dreamcatcher of Shamura can also be collected.

The reason Shamura doesn't have their bandages, is because the shadow shows them back before getting wounded. During the prime of the spider and the bat's hated rivalry.

Fun Fact: Bats have been known to get caught in spiderwebs.

[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. ����😭😭

[aracelireyjpg]

Chapter 15 | Absence

From that night on, the very air of the realm felt different. Not denser, nor more hostile... simply emptier. Even when the ethereal sun reached its zenith, painting the sky with its crimson glow, the cold persisted. A chill that didn't emanate from the surroundings, but from an absence.

Hers.

Y/N was gone, and Heimdall felt it in every corner of the kingdom. In the dull echo of the halls. In the stillness of the wind. In the silences once filled with her voice. It was as if her departure had ripped something from the very fabric of Asgard. Or perhaps, something from him.

Outwardly, he maintained his composure. The perfection of the impenetrable sentinel. Not an extra gesture. Not a word out of place. But inside... inside lay an abyss. One he didn't know how it had opened. One that grew with each passing day without seeing her.

He tried to focus on his duty, as if the order of the Nine Realms could suture the wound she had left. But even his eyes, always vigilant, always omnipresent, became distracted. Searching for her. Even knowing he wouldn't find her.

"Where are you?" he whispered one night, standing before the reflectionless mirror in the great hall. The question sought no answer. Only solace.

The crystal hanging from his belt—the same one that had once trembled with her nearness—sometimes vibrated without reason. Or so he wished to believe. Because deep down, he knew it wasn't without cause. Each pulse was a memory. An anxiety. A poorly closed wound of remembrance.

And then, unintentionally, he found himself wandering again, his steps guided by an absurd hope: that she might appear around a corner, just as she used to. That she might look at him as if he still mattered.

At night, insomnia was his torment. An involuntary vigil, where thoughts multiplied like shadows. He recalled the touch of her hands, the contained tremble of her lips, the whispered shared sighs, the way her presence filled the gaps he hadn't known he possessed.

And the way she had left.

Without a word. Without a last glance.

The image of her retreating back was now the only certainty he held. And it hurt.

One night—one of many—he surprised himself touching his own thigh, the exact spot where he had felt her hand and the fire of the crystal. As if he could extract some lost trace from his skin. An illusion. A comfort.

But there was no comfort. Only truth.

He hadn't known how to ask her to stay.

He hadn't known how to express the chaos she ignited in his carefully contained soul. He wasn't even sure if she desired to stay. Perhaps her flight was an answer. Perhaps it signified regret. Disconnection. Farewell.

Yet there was a truth impossible to deny, even for him:

He could not lose her.

His pride—that which had always kept him upright, invulnerable—churned in his throat like an unquenchable flame. But for the first time, it was no longer stronger than what he felt inside.

And in the midst of that torment, he understood.

It wasn't the bond that tied him to her. It wasn't the connection forged by magic or the will of the gods.

It was necessity.

A raw. Human. Need that overwhelmed and transformed him. It wasn't fear of her leaving. It was fear of not finding himself without her near.

And that... that changed everything.

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I will upload chapters every day✨

Thanks for reading, have a nice day💝

[lmoon997]

My second week of drawing again, it's my second attempt and today I could not, for the life of me, draw faces. So these two just has to remain faceless forever. The colors are simple but it's better than nothing, I just feel like colors make a simple drawing better.

Jia and Hilga. A wingless fairy and an ordinary nine tailed fox. Looking into a lake that shows one's soul mate.

Hilga placed a hand on Jia's shoulder, looking into the reflectionless water. She had found her soul mate, and so it no longer offered an image for her to see. Unfortunately, they couldn't say the same for Jia, who did not have a soul mate.

"Stop torturing yourself, you're obsessed with this water. Let's just go, I'll make you something nice to eat." Hilga offered, glancing at her friend nervously.

"Let me stay here a little longer. Please..." Jia whispered, her voice so soft the wind could have taken it. And although Hilga hated to leave her friend alone, she understood it must have been difficult.

"Alright, well let me know if anything." She said, tapping her hand before leaving.

Alone, Jia let a tear fall. She had kept it a secret for so long, she felt as if she was all alone in the world.

The truth was she did see someone in the water. Someone she felt could hold her heart and keep it safe. However, that someone would never know who she was, taste the sweetness of her lips, or be in her embrace.

Because he was the enemy of the domain. He was imprisoned. And he would be hanged at sundown.

[machine-saint]

hmm today I will blame the beasts

<- reflectionless

[madpuppetofdestruction]

@bimeval liked for a starter ♥

“What have we here? Ahhh. Such a delightfully phantasmic ambiance this is. ♥”

The Millennium Earl, swatting aside a few pesky branches with his umbrella, strolls into the Forest’s clearing. Sans context, The Earl’s gasp and pleased tone would suggest that he has discovered something conventionally striking. Like he is witnessing a massive rainbow arching in full across the newly cleared, humid summer sky.

However, this is hardly how the scene he is walking on can be described.

Before him is a lake, which, in the dead of night with the moon having taken it's ritualic leave from the sky, resembles a yawning hole in the floor of the earth much more than it ever would a body of water.

And oh, the malevolence radiating from this lake tickles the depths of his own black spirit, jolting it back to consciousness. This is the first time he has felt so alive since arriving in Spirale. Souls distort in its depths. Distort everything that drank from it. Distorting what is eaten from it. Such a brilliant perversion of Life must be appreciated.

The Earl bounds up to the lake. Leaning on his parasol, one gloved hand resting over the other, he looks down into the reflectionless surface. While he sees nothing, he can sense everything, and it is a sensation comparable to opening an oven and being hit with the overwhelming smell of a cake that’s ready to be taken out and cooled. There’s nothing more delectable.

“My compliments to the one whose essence polluted this pretty little lake. I must say, you have truly outdone yourself. Bravo! ♥”

He says cheerfully while continuing to admire those malignant waters with gold eyes aglitter. He’s not speaking to himself. There is another presence nearby.

A heavy, menacing presence.

[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."

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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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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.

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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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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",.

[nobody-remarkable]

Oooh, fun! Let's see....

Ah.

A reflectionless immortal conqueror who generates an anti-magic field.

Safe to say, that one's a Big Bad.

First, see what random superpower you get.

Second, see the other half of your powerset.

Lastly, see what character archetype you'll be.

[floriealis]

Rain — thin as breath, sharp as memory — threaded its fingers through broken glass and the crooked harp strings of the frame. The greenhouse sighed, bones rusting, Spanish moss swaying like eavesdropping phantoms outside. Inside: smoke. Bitter rue, curling from Yvella Valéry’s fingertips like old regrets dressed in ritual. Wormwood still in the air. Rust. The taste of old blood on the tongue, if you dared to breathe too deep. She hadn’t been back long— just long enough to haunt the alleyways that once knew her name in whispers. Long enough to make the soil shiver beneath her boots. Not long enough for the ghosts to forget what she’d done. She stood before a stone basin— black water, still-but-not-still, a mirror that did not follow her lead. ( Reflections lie. Hers always have. )

“        I used to come here when I was a child,        ” she said, voice low, soft like velvet dragged across broken glass. “        This place was different then. Less rot. More belief.        ” A pause, a breath. “        My aunt said the plants would listen if you asked nicely.        ” A pause again. “        I never did.        ” Then she turned — slow as a spell half-cast — toward the girl ( the woman, the storm ), Davina Claire, resurrected witchling, High Priestess with thunder in her eyes. Too young, too powerful, too much— and all of it familiar. Yvella blinked, and saw herself in a younger body with different scars. Not the features, no. The posture. The spine. Straight like a blade forged in death, returned sharper. The covens whisper her name now, the way they once whispered Yvella’s— a warning hidden in awe.

She stepped forward. Glass cracked beneath her heels. Dried herbs whispered beneath her weight. Magic pulled at her ribs, damp and distorted by old bones and older laws. New Orleans — the city of anchors and ghosts — still tried to leash her to soil and scream. She felt them watching. Her mother, maybe. Or the ones she silenced with too much ceremony. They never stayed quiet long. “        I’m not here to threaten you,        ” Yvella said, even though her name tasted like a threat. “        If I wanted your covens, they’d already be mine.        ” Then, sharper, cleaner: “        What I want is to know what kind of witch you’re going to be now that the dead have spat you back into the game.        ” She leaned — rusted table groaning like it remembered — brushing aside shriveled mugwort like a bad memory.

“        They say you died for love.        ” A half-laugh, dry as bone. “        Came back for it, too. That’s sweet.        ” ( Like poison sugar. ) “        Naïve, but sweet.        ” A flicker at her mouth— not a smile, not quite. “        I died for power. Came back for the rest.        ” Rain quickened above them, a percussion of gods drumming fingers on a tin sky. And quieter now, closer, like a secret: “        You feel it too, don’t you?        ” The hum beneath the stones. The off-key buzz of magic undone. The city, squirming in its skin. The spirits restless, thirsting for something they can’t name. “   New Orleans,        ” she whispered, “      has always had too many kings.        ” A pause. A beat like thunder thinking. “         And never enough queens.        ” Her eyes caught fire in the reflectionless dark. “        I think it’s time that changed.        ” / @ayarn liked for a starter ﹥ 「 ♡ 」 !