#through the mirror

[adventurelandia]

Through the Mirror (1936)

[creator1mpersonator]

Through the Mirror

00. Prologue

Inspired by Coraline, reader is gender-neutral, no use of Y/N.

This new home was painfully dreary. Based on the copper-colored bricks that built up the walls and the immensely overgrown shrubbery around it, you assumed this was a pre-war building. There were neighboring houses, but they all looked as copper, lifeless, and boring as yours. As you assisted your parents unload the U-Haul, you saw a little girl ride past on her little bike with the expression of a Victorian child—poor thing, so young and living in a place with the mental stimulation of the color beige. Your father procured the key from one of his pockets, slotting it into the rusty doorknob and turning it. The door simply opened by itself, and you heard him mumble something about fixing it to himself before entering. Your mother followed, waving away cobwebs with her hand. You remained outside for a moment, and it wasn’t until you heard your mother shriek your name that you picked up a box and scampered inside.

The inside of the home was, predictably, as depressing as its exterior. Dusty, with cobwebs along walls like terrible little decorations. You screamed when you saw a cockroach scuttle past your feet, its wretched antenna going this way and that before fleeing out the open front door.

“Bugs, great. Just what I need.” Your mother muttered in a rather disgruntled tone, arms crossed over her chest. She seemed even more upset by this move than you were, even if it was supposed to be good for her and your father’s job. Not that you even knew what it was that they did.

“Nothing an exterminator can’t fix, honey.” Your father said in a cheerful tone, ever the optimist.

“Exterminators cost money. Money we don’t have.” Your mother retorted, killing another roach beneath her shoe with a rather cruel stomp that sounded throughout the empty house.

“You’ll see,” your father began, “things will be just fine.”

“Yeah, right.”

Your father sighed, and you gave him a sympathetic smile before setting the box you were holding down on the dusty hardwood floors.

“___” your mother called out, “go pick out your room.”

You nodded, walking past your at-odds parents and heading up the stairs. There was an old carpet that lined the hallway, like in picture books. It was a faded blue and you think there were once flowers printed on the fabric. You decided to walk on the regular hardwood instead when the carpet began to squish under your feet. You don’t think the carpet was supposed to do that. 

You peered into different rooms, making keen observations about each one that would help you pick out the least worst one. One room had a hole in the floor, your mother was gonna blow a gasket when she saw it. The next room sent you running out of it when you saw the cockroaches gathered around like a council of terrible little things. The third room you saw was the one you picked. Compared to the last two, it wasn’t in a state of disrepair nor did it make your skin crawl. It was bland because of course it was, but you figured some paint, furniture, and decorations could fix it right up. Two windows let natural light inside your bedroom, there was a closet with bi-fold doors, and a mirror.

The mirror caught your attention the most. It was undoubtedly an antique, the glass of the mirror surrounded by a golden border with swirling decals carved into it. It was beautiful and vaguely reminded you of the Evil Queen’s mirror in Snow White. 

“Mom!” You called out, “Come up here!”

You heard footsteps come up the stairs, a disgusted sound when the carpet squished beneath her foot, an angry sigh at the hole in the floor, and a shriek when she found the council of roaches before she finally found your room.

“Couldn’t have told me what room you were in?” She sighed, arms still crossed.

“Sorry.” You said, before quickly changing focus, “check out this mirror.”

Your mother glanced at the mirror briefly, eyebrow raised.

“It’s creepy”

“I think it looks pretty.” You defended.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t wanna get rid of that one and just get a new mirror?” Your mother asked.

“I’m sure.”

She sighed.

“As long as you’re happy, bug.”

You wouldn’t begin to understand the trouble that mirror would get you into until that night.

[weirdlookindog]

Colecção Terror #91 - Agência Portuguesa de Revistas, Portugal, May 1981.

[lyraoctaviawrites]

If there was a world out there where all the ideas created by our brilliant minds could be real… would it be a dream come true?

Or a nightmare worth remembering?

Through the Mirror, the prologue and first three chapters of Into the Phantasm Part 1: The Silver Mirror is out now! Check it out and join Sarah, Maya, Lillian and Kora at the very beginning of their sprawling, wondrous and sometimes downright ridiculous journey Into the Phantasm…

@kaylinalexanderbooks @aziz-reads @dyrewrites @arimonsterwolf @when-dreams-feel-too-real @neko-podboom You have all expressed an interest in the series once before so I decided to tag you so you know for sure about the release. Hope that’s okay :3

[crmsnmth]

Through The Mirror

The movements in the mirror are not my own Even with my face being reflected back

I don't recognize the lines around the gray eyes Or the scars on the corners of my mouth

I stand still to prove that this is actually a window And not the reflective silver that it's supposed to be

There is a whole universe staring back at me and beyond that I can hear the call of the void

I watch as this doppelganger beckons me With one finger as if I was a child

I place my hands on the glass And it ripples like a rock thrown into water

It's so cool to the touch, almost freezing and this other me grabs my delicate wrist

And I am pulled through this liquid membrane into a dimension I never thought was true

We trade places and I am fine as he walks away I didn't want my life anyway, he can have it

The world inside is not so different from the one I thought was real Everything looks just like it should

Somehow though I know I don't belong here Because I'm facing the wrong direction

I stare out the liquid fence Waiting for my reflection to wink back

[patricktsao]

Through the Mirror - a tribute to indie game Crying Suns, by AltShift "Thank you, for everything you've done... not just in this life, but in hundreds of others."

[zmeydeva-arch]

some bullet points FOR ME as i develop this new loz verse

the twili are descended of the sheikah clan according to my own personal interpretation when looking at the similarities between the magical/technological advancement of both groups ( i am aware this isn't a groundbreaking concept i just want to make it clear this is the take i accept as blog canon! ) also the yiga clan is proof enough that sheikah going against the hylian crown is no news! i would say they are just an echo of the twili that came before them except they weren't punished for their descent with banishment.

zoya is one of the first twili queens perhaps even one of the first magicians to start help build their society as we see it in tp. because of this she doesn't exactly look like midna or zant or later twili generations. since banishment the twilight dwellers have not yet evolved to better suit their environment. zoya sits somewhere in the middle not quite twili and not quite sheikah and not quite hylian.

reigning in order and beginning a monarchy was a bloodbath given who the founders of the twilight realm were ( magicians willing to stop at nothing to expand their power even attempting to steal the triforce and corrupt the sacred realm ) when zoya awakens as the dusk dragon due to the influence of being seeping in shadow magic she is crowned for her power. the line of succession follows this pattern of choosing the most adept spell-caster in the realm. that being said, it could still very well be possible that midna is one of her descendants since a lot of magical power IS inherited.

zoya makes it her life's work to advance the twili so they can become a formidable opponent against the hylians again. she is hellbent on restoring former glory and also re-learning sheikah technology that been lost in their banishment. she does succeed and piecing together a new portal to travel back but when testing its efficacy she ends up stranding herself in hyrule long before the invasion of twilight and she must make her way in a land that is now utterly unfamiliar to her now

[bestboielectric]

Through the looking glass ~ are ye comin’?

[comicuniverse]

Dylan Dog - Attraverso Lo Specchio (Through The Mirror), 1987.

No.10

Publisher: Sergio Bonelli Editore

Cover: Claudio Villa

[badluck990]

I just have to deal with the fact that my opt is a black circle and a white square.

[prokopetz]

You wouldn't think that I'd be brain-poisoned by video game speedrunning jargon, given that I didn't get into speedrunning until I was in my 30s, and surely that's too old for anything to have a formative influence upon one's vocabulary, but you'd be wrong: I am now cursed with the inescapable knowledge of how much the names of many 1990s indie rock groups and albums sound like the the names of obtuse precision platformer speed tech. You could tell me that "Neutral Milk Hotel" is the name of a trick in the current Celeste any%, and if I didn't already know that's a band I wouldn't question it.

[gattaxa]

YELENA BELOVA in THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier

When all you have left to hold on to is a green tactical vest, a tub of hair gel, and a stolen guinea pig.

Bonus:

[creator1mpersonator]

Through the Mirror

You and your family move to a boring, dreary house on a boring, dreary street. You find this new home of yours wholly uninteresting, until you discover the antique mirror in your bedroom that leads you to a colorful world so different from your own.

✧ Inspired by Coraline

0. Prologue

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[theoldkyokodied]

good evening bloodweave enjoyers

[lyraoctaviawrites]

Through the Mirror is releasing tomorrow

Don’t miss it

[breedsblood]

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