#broken mirrors

[dreadfutures]

Not only friends - not only lovers - but some deeper, transcendent thing. Whatever happens, whoever they become, they remain intrinsically tied.

The Hope of Fen'Harel, and The Brave Guide's Reflection: broken in all the same ways, but determined to reflect each other with clarity and light.

#solavellan #solas #dragon age inquisition #yes she's a lavellan she's just so smol i had to make her a dwarf #I'm celebrating being able to play the game again with her perfect face #broken mirrors #inquisitor lavellan #the forehead kisses kill me every single time #the fuzz and the scars are after a specific point in the story and then he's bald again never fear #pls dont tag this with egg #ixchel lavellan #screencaps

[spectralarchers]

Welcome to a The Old Guard x Call of Duty fic 🥰

10 chapters. Let's do this.

Read it here.

Updates on Saturdays!

#Simon ghost Riley #John soap MacTavish #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Ghoap #Call of duty #Mwii #Broken mirrors

[vulpixisananimal]

[Find the full comic here]

#art #oc #comic #md #murder drones #au #broken mirrors

[crazycookiemaniac]

OC commission based on a fic written by @broken-mirrors-binding-magic! 💖💖

Commissions are open! My price chart is outdated however, so please contact me if interesse and I'll inform you the new prices!! 🙏🙏

#original characters #ocs #broken mirrors #my art #commission

[moth-erlly]

commission for Miss Destroyer’s cover for their single, Objects in Mirrors. 

#digital painting #album cover #digital portrait #miss destroyer #objects in mirrors #mirrors #broken mirrors

[broken-mirrors-binding-magic]

FicTober: Day 9

Prompt #9: "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Original Fiction: Broken Mirrors Series Rating: T Warnings: Implied abuse

Characters: Gilbert Lehmann, Alice Sweeney, Firmino Amello Ships: N/A

Gilbert eyed the new boy from across the room, he could tell that he didn’t want to be here. He knew the other kingdoms didn’t have the same tie to their royals as the Sweeney and Lehmann of Ephariel did, but he honestly didn’t understand it until he started following Alice to the other kingdoms on her trips to royal gatherings. He couldn’t believe that some of the other royal families treated their servant clans as expendable toys to be used, abused and tossed away. His fists clenched when he recalled the look on Alice’s face when the boy was ‘gifted’ to her in the cage that still sat in the room with him. The boy hadn’t said much outside of telling Alice and him to stay away from him, and honestly, it was getting on his nerves. He hated watching how upset Alice looked every time she tried to help the boy only to receive an insult thrown at her.

His eyes widened when he watched the boy try to swing at Alice, “Hey, I wouldn’t do that if I were you! She might be nice, but I’m not! You hurt her and I’ll break your arm!”

Gilbert kept his eyes on the boy but crossed his arms when Alice waved him off, “Gil, relax. He’s new and scared. I don’t know what they did to him in Atadell, but he’s entitled to not trust me and see me as a new enemy. If it’ll make him less scared to be able to take a swing, so be it.”

“I’m your guard, I’m not going to le-”

Alice rolled her eyes, walking by him, “Gilbert, I’m not asking. Now, I’m going to see what I can grab from the kitchen, keep him company.”

Before Alice slipped out the door, she quickly shot him a glare, “And be nice, or else we won’t have our weekly sleepover!”

A snort caught his attention as the boy finally glared at him, “What are you, her dog?”

Gilbert returned his glare, puffing out his chest, “No, I’m her best friend! And her personal guard! I’ll be head of the royal guard one day!”

He frowned as the boy rolled his eyes, “So you’re a glorified show pony until she gets bored of you.”

“Don’t talk about her like that! I don’t know what your problem is! She’s done nothing but be nice to you!”

Gilbert felt his anger rise when the boy waved him off, “She’s a royal, no different than any other. She’ll brand me and then I’ll be just another toy until I’m not useful anymore. You’re not special because you’re higher on the pecking order of servants here.”

“I choose to serve her! It’s the highest honour in my family to be the personal guard to the heirs of the Sweeney Clan! Even before they became the rulers of Ephariel!”

The boy scoffed again, “So you’re from a long line of pets.”

That was the last thing Gilbert needed to hear before he lunged at the boy, only to be pulled by the back of his shirt.

“Gilbert! I said be nice! Go stand outside while I get him settled into his room!”

Gilbert gave Alice a pleading look, he hated disappointing her, but turned a quick glare at the new boy, only stopping when Alice gently pushed him out of the room.

#fictober23 #broken mirrors #day 9 #original fiction #gilbert lehmann #alice sweeney #firmino amello #firmino #gil lehmann #gil #gilbert #alice #Piero Firmino Amello #Gilbert Hendrik Lehmann #Alice Eilwen Sweeney

[scytheral]

— PRiNACEASSiS : A gender related To being a Fairytale Princess and Having a Darker Side , The song "A Cruel Angel's Thesis" , Broken Mirrors , Elegance && Cleavers ! ~~ 🤍

Coined by The Prince , requested by Anon.

[ PT / Prinaceassis: gender related to being a fairytale princess and having a darker side, the song a cruel angel's thesis, broken mirrors, elegance, and cleavers

Pronounciation: Prin-na-cee-ah-sis

#🤍 ㅤThe divine Space. #🧭 ㅤWished Crafts. #prinaceassis #fairytale princess #broken mirrors #elegance #cleavers #mogai #mogai blog #mogai friendly #mogai flag #mogai post #mogai gender #mogai heaven #pro mogai #actually mogai #mogai coining #xenogender #xenogender coining #gender coining #liom #princessgender

[onceuponanaromantic]

open at the close

(Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt FFF214: Broken Mirrors. I haven't been writing for a bit so this isn't related to any of my WIPs. But enjoy nevertheless!)

Regardless of whatever happened afterwards, she never intended to destroy the City of Dreams.

So now, she walks the edge of the world, and forces herself to hold together. You don’t get to grieve something that was your fault.

The sun burns the riverbed as it crumbles beneath her feet, the plants in withered shreds and the skeletons of fish in various states of decay. Once, she swum upstream, having clung to a whisper brought by the wind to seek it out by feeling along the edge of the coloured plastic of a slide, with nothing but breath that was quickly running out from being held beneath the water and hope.

Now, she walks along it.

            “Tell me. Tell me how we win.” Unspoken beneath it was the fervent wish that Ana’s death would have been worth it. That she didn’t fail Ana for nothing. “Mirror, tell me.”

            The silver ripples, and she forces her mind still and her fingers to stop trembling. It distorts and she feels the scream in her throat and forces it down. A hand presses itself to her shoulder as the mirror relaxes, revealing only her own face looking back at her.

            “It’s not your fault.” Her mentor came into the chamber at the heart of the temple at the centre of the City when she hadn’t been looking, too fixated on the mirror. A Seer could use any reflective surface, but mirrors were the easiest to focus. Especially when the task was impossible. “Astoria, star, Ana’s death was not your fault. Seeing is difficult, and no one should have asked you to do the impossible.”

            But if she couldn’t do the impossible, what use was she? Why her, rather than any other human? If she couldn’t do it, then what was any of this worth?

            Lifeblood would be best, but she needs her energy for what she came to do. So, she carefully pulls the knife from its sheath at her waist and presses it to an exterior vein, draws it open. It is no river, but a stream direct from the vein of a former Seer of the City is powerful enough to open some doors.

            The Gates yield, as she turns on the spot, taking the step leftwards through time and space to enter the City.

            She nearly sobs at the wreckage. She hadn’t been back, not since the first cracks, where she had been dragged through the River and tossed on the bank. The towers that once shimmered in colour are now blackened and in pieces. The streetlights are warped in places, the cobblestones themselves cracked violently where they haven’t shattered altogether. Great black scores distort the former silver smooth surface, and she has to be careful not to let any of the shifting stones cut her feet.

Not that she wouldn’t deserve it but she has to get to the centre, where the temple is.

“I’m sorry, Astoria-sikhe.” The healer bowed to her, “Her wounds were too bad by the time we got to her.”

“I know you were close to her.” She had been sent under a decision made on one of her visions.

There were three former humans in the City. There were only five of them who had been made and not born in the City, picked for some special feature, and only three humans.

Now there were two. Close was an understatement.

“Astoria-sikhe,” a voice came chiming down the corridor. “We need your insight on the next strategy meeting.”

She forced herself still, and straightened. She bowed to the healer, before turning to go down the corridor.

And if there is the sound of something shattering, she doesn’t have the luxury of letting it be her heart that breaks.

The temple is exactly where it was. Her voice echoes in the dark as she calls out, even knowing that in a City where almost everything ran on magic and power, no one could have survived.

She leaves it alone, making her way through the winding corridors, feeling the walls shift with a touch, sidestepping the places where the stained glass, the final defence, lay in shards on the ground.

            “For everything we do, we can never be sure.” Victoria, her mentor said during their first lesson, in the chamber in the centre of the temple. “The Sight will show you something, but interpretation is another thing. And our curse is that we will often get it wrong where we want it most and where it pertains to ourselves.”

            “You are strong. And you have a good imagination, which helps you, especially here.” She pushed the bowl gently across the surface of the table, watching the surface ripple. “But beware our curse.”

            She pushes the familiar old beaded curtains apart, pushing the memories away as she did so. Victoria had chosen to stay until the end, even where she had pleaded with her that she was old, and that the young Seers could do it.

            Every step towards the mirror in the centre of the room feels like walking on burning sand. But soon enough, she stands before it, and pulls the curtain down. It falls to the ground with a soft thump.

            “Show me how we win.” And quieter, “Show me how I make it worth it.”

            She forced her mind still, forced her Eye open, and forced the scream down.

            It took three tries, until she sees her own face, but with different clothes and the bustling background of the war room. She watched her fingers and the ward that formed beneath them, and the words she incanted. This was the ward.

            She felt the whisper as it came. “What are you willing to give up?”

            She remembers her answer. “Everything.”

            She had been so damn arrogant.

            “Astoria.” She jolts, turning, knife already in hand. In her haste, she knocks over the mirror and it shatters. A familiar voice is an easy trick any Illusionist could do.

            Faces are harder.

            “Victoria-sikhe.”

            “Oh child.” Victoria steps forward, arms stretched out. “I’m so sorry. I failed you.”

            She does not deserve her mentor’s embrace, the only other human in the City’s comfort. “I’m the one who failed.”

            Victoria stares at her for a moment before saying, “I have to tell you something.” She breathes out, coughing, before she meets her eyes. “The City was already breaking. What you did was to tear through all their illusions and let it fully break before it destroyed itself. It was, in many ways, the easiest and kindest answer.”

            “But I destroyed it.” She felt the sob come and she didn’t stop it. “I was the one who- because, I thought I could make Ana’s death- I was… you were always right, okay, I was too arrogant and now I’m a coward and—”

            “Oh, child. No. I was the one who traded the City away.”

            “What?”

            Victoria presses her hands to her face, as if she’s trying to memorise it. “I did the same thing you did, many, many years ago, when you first came. I could have saved the City. I could have let the dreams come back, and let the belief stir it again with its victory. Or I could have saved you, and gotten you out in time.”

            “You chose me.” Her voice cracked. “But I failed. Didn’t you- you died. I failed all of you. How can you-“

            Victoria smiles at her. “I chose you, because I loved you. And you deserved so much more than the City could ever offer.”

            “I will go now, I just clung here because- I Saw you would want answers. Call it a last abuse of my power. But it’s time.” She clutches Astoria tight, and holds her close. “You will be amazing and I love you so much. And I will always, always be proud of you.”

            Astoria feels the last vestige of power in the City fade with her. And she feels the mirror’s shards ripple one last time, and she hears the whisper,

            Go.

            As it is said, she never intended to destroy the City of Dreams.

           But for now, she walks through the pathway, stepping through the broken mirror, and letting her Eye finally close.

#syl's writing #flash fiction friday #broken mirrors #i borrowed one of my old honorifics because it suited it here #but sikhe is basically to indicate seniority and respect

[brokenmirrorsgames-blog]

Introducing Broken Mirrors, the Game

coming soon

#Broken Mirrors #Broken Mirrors Game #Crazycookiemaniac #rpg maker #rpg horror

[dreadfutures]

Ixchel knew she should be worried. There might never be a day where she could stop worrying about him. He held the power, and the knowledge, to end the world. He had done so, in another life of hers. There was nothing she could do to close that door for him forever. She knew that this was a duty without end—holding back the end of the world with her arms and her heart alone.

But for now, he loved her. And maybe, maybe, this time it could be enough.

#personal #dead pasts dread futures #i love her 😭 #broken mirrors #ixchel lavellan

[motley-cunt]

every time I watch Sweeney Todd I start theorizing about bvb 7 again. All the things I think he’s gonna do. I’m so autistic.

#andy posting #BRO HES GONNA MAKE SO MANY PARALLELS AND SHIT #BVB 7 IS GONNA HAVE A DARK GOTHIC STEAMPUNK AESTHETIC MARK MY WORDS #BROKEN MIRRORS #ASHTRAY/TURPIN PARALLELS #*beats on the table* #bvb 7 fire fuel

[coe308]

So, my cousin and I are watching Supernatural and we just watched the Bloody Mary episode… They shattered so many mirrors. Then to top it off Dean says something like “ that’s got to be 600 years of bad luck”

Everything makes sense now

#supernatural #spn rewatch #spnfandom #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #deancas #bloody mary #bad luck #broken mirrors

[vulpixisananimal]

[Find the full comic here]

[Polaris belongs to @neoncityrain ]

#md #murder drones #glitch #glitch productions #comic #au #oc #broken mirrors

[crazycookiemaniac]

Very late second bday gift for my most special friend @sweenyalice!!! It's their OCs, Gilbert and Firmino, from the Broken Mirror series we've been working on together!! ♥

#original characters #ocs #broken mirrors series #broken mirrors #my art

[creatrixcymraes]

here's another one of my faves from 2022: "bad luck" (acrylics, ink, broken mirrors and rhinestones on wood) | creatrix cymraes

#my art #my artwork #art #aesthetic #artists on tumblr #bad luck #mirror #broken mirrors #sparkly #mixed media #outdoor art

[broken-mirrors-binding-magic]

Character Profile: Hayden

Full Name: Hayden Sigeberht Ayers Kingdom: Grissirynn Generation: 1

*Art by the awesome @harchibudytgorichi

Hayden is the younger sister of Gareth Sweeney and the secondary heir to the Sweeney clan. As the secondary heir, she was raised knowing that she would likely be married off for the benefit of the clan. As she and her brother grew, they remained close but found themselves following different paths when he began to take his role as future leader more seriously, much to her disappointment. She is known for her blunt, sometimes rude, comments, never holding back her opinions. She is, however, very reserved in her emotions, like all Sweeney, to keep her magic under control. Her marriage to Morwen Ayers creates a strong political alliance uniting the newly formed Grissirynn and Epherial kingdoms. This also made the two strongest magic users in Tebos cousin clans. Hayden’s main goal is to help the Grissirynn people tame their wild lands.

#character profile #broken mirrors #harchibudytgorichi #original character #grissirynn #grissirynn kingdom #generation one #ayers clan #ayers #Hayden Sigeberht Ayers #Hayden Ayers #Hayden #Hayden Sweeney