#mirror soul

[radhikac]

Hum aap ke paas hein is vaja hum kush hein…nahin to dil ke armaan kab ke toot gaye the..ye baarish ka mausam aur humaare Pappa ka aashirwad…Happiness is within…Shukr Shukr 🙏🙏

#this morning #this sky #this home #your voice #your singing #first love #only love #forever grateful #captivated #sunrise #sunset #God #and you #mirror soul

[sankisarfira]

8 Ways To Find Clarity On A ‘Twin Flame’ Situation

8 Ways To Find Clarity On A ‘Twin Flame’ Situation

Many of us meet someone we like and fall in love with them, and we wonder, “Is this my twin flame?” We may even consider the possibility that they are for a while; however, how do you know for sure?A twin flame is our exact opposite. They are the mirror of our soul, and they are extremely rare to come across. The connection between twin flames is unlike any other. The feeling that person will…

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#love life #mirror soul #twin flames

[fauvester]

little moshang fan kid <3

spoiled, aloof, a bit of a bitch, terminally 'weak constitution'-ed, lowkey lazy, prefers reading his dailies in the office and pretending to do paperwork to fighting

#svsss #moshang #he DOES grow up and becomes a respectable demon prince eventually. but hes a cold disinterested spoiled brat as a teen #shang qinghua rides his ass because he KNOWS that hes slacking on the paperwork that hes pretending to do #but unfortunately thats His Baby and he cant be TOO strict (this attitude not extended towards binghe... sad) #crawling out of mirrors like The Grunge to scare the transmigrated soul out of uncle sqq #he got his love of shiny shiny jangly accessories from aunt sha hualing #when he was a baby everyone in court was trying to poison him for political reasons #but didnt realize that since hes only half demon full demon poisons wont kill him #so for years moshang just thought their kid had like. horrible IBS. lack toast and tolerance that almost kills you #and even now as a young man hes like.... ah... sadly my body is too frail to go on ceremonial monster hunts with father.. #my greatest love language for a series..... making fankids #his fighting style is Very elegantly avoiding all attacks. poor MBJ like JUST STAND TALL AND TAKE A HIT LIKE A FUTURE DEMON KING #his poor firstborn son like Why would I do that. getting beaten up is very unpleasant. i would personally like to avoid that

[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see? #Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court

[thesorceresstemple]

#eyes talk #eyes are the mirror of the soul

[ageless-soul-au]

Hi I saw one (1) person do this undertale meme and I knew what I had to do. Decided to make it a 3 part to show them at different stages of their life: good -> worst -> best!

Warriors (he/she/they) belongs to ASAU, please don't tag any other AUs!

The toddler in the last pic is Luca, the polycule's first kid, and the lady in the first one is Stella, Warriors' mom!

#btw tiny!Warriors' hair is supposed to be parted opposite the older two pics. wars changed it after volga #drawing the blorbo mirrored was difficult lol #I like the result tho!!! #wow wars ur trans gener??? that's so cool #ageless soul au #au art #asau warriors #asau Stella #asau Luca

[lolo3h]

Since we know shadow milk was watching pure vanilla all this time, I'd imagine he was watching the events of the Cookie Odyssey like a drama show.

(the comic was made by the cookie run studio by Syruppy. Link can be found here)

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom spoilers #shadow milk cookie #idk what to put to represent shadow milk watching pure vanilla so I just put the mirror from the blueberry yogurt academy #I bet shadow milk was watching this all go down with a bucket of popcorn and showing the other beast cookies in the void #Also I think him seeing the soul jam being argued over and passed around would make him irritated

[philosophybits]

My soul is the mirror of the universe, and my body is its frame.

Voltaire, Micromégas

#philosophy #quotes #Voltaire #Micromégas #soul #mirror #reflection #world

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Prof. Trein: Let's talk about the time before magic was a thing–

Ruggie: Nah, too boring

Me: A hyena is gonna die tonight

#TELL ME #FUCKIN TELL ME THE LORE YOU COWARDS #what do you mean “the time before the advent of magic”??? #WHERE DID IT COME FROM #do you understand that I could possibly be related to the people who existed before magic arrived at Twisted Wonderland?? #do you understand that it might give me a clue on how to go back home??? #on how I got there?? on why the Mirror brought me there even though my soul is shapeless??????? #TELL ME ALREADY #twisted masquerade #twisted wonderland #devaneios de bellee

[her-penetrating-soul]

"Letting go helps us to live in a more peaceful state of mind and helps restore our balance. It allows others to be responsible for themselves and for us to take our hands off situations that do not belong to us. This frees us from unnecessary stress."

~Melody Beattie

#her penetrating soul #clouds #rolling cliuds #sunset #sunset glow #sunset lovers #sunset bliss #mirrored reflection #sailing #tall sails #seascape #surreal photography #soulful #soulful beauty #soulful love #soulful expressions #soulful sentiments #soulful moments

[quasi-normalcy]

Do you ever just become overwhelmingly cognizant of the existence of evil in the world?

Like, not as a cute, devil-emoji 😈 i'm-so-naughty-i-steal-chocolate-cake-and-do-weird-sex-acts thing, nor still as a melodramatic, comic-bookish, high-absorptivity-black-fabric, soon-my-death-ray-will-destroy-Metropolis thing, but like.

Actual Evil, as a force that is real and immanent in the world.

Just pointless cruelty inflicted pointlessly by one human being upon another because they've forgotten how to be kind. Just entire systems and machinery of state and ideology brought to bear on the problem of annihilating human lives and maximizing human suffering so that small men can feel powerful. Just humans who have through trauma or conditioning or propaganda shut off their ability to see other humans as fundamentally like them.

Anyways, I joke on here a lot. I get angry on here a lot. They're both just scabs to hide my horror and my despair at the condition of humanity.

Your regularly scheduled programming will return shortly.

#i've watched this entire genocide play out over social media; i've followed the news for decades beforehand #none of it ever really affected me in any way but outrage #but i watched just some of that 'bulldozer' video and it gave me the worst panic attack that i've had in years #like i had no idea that that well of despair was as deep as it turned out to be #what kind of people do that? #what kind of systems make people who do that? #do they go home afterwards? do they drink and laugh with their buddies? #do they look at themselves in the mirror every day for the rest of their lives? #do they ever feel even the smallest *particle* of sorrow? even the smallest quantum of disgust at what they've become? #do they have enough of a soul left to feel even the smallest corpuscle of guilt?

[midnight-mismanagement]

I’ve been thinking about That Church SceneTM and idk I think what hit me hardest was how Spike is talking about his former pre-soul mindset and how naive it is. He says “and she shall look on him with forgiveness and love and everyone will forgive and love and he will be loved” because while pre-soul he knew he was a monster and he knew he had done horrible things, he was okay with those things, he was a vampire after all, but he felt horrible for what he did to Buffy, but even then he still had a bit of hope. From the outside looking in, Angel’s soul seemed like the “button” for the “be good” switch. It would be the “piece that would make [him] fit” so he would be the “kind of man who would never [hurt her].” The “be a man not a monster” switch, that would make him be able to tell right from wrong and never hurt the people he loves anymore. But...the soul is not a “be good” switch. I don’t really know what the soul exactly is, since it’s never really concrete in the lore, but it doesn’t just make him fit, it doesn’t turn him into what he wants, but what it does do, is make him much more aware of himself and what he’s done, and he comes to the realization that no, there is no forgiveness. There never will be, he will never be worthy of it. He is condemned. He says “it’s okay now, right?” with hopeful despondency because he knows it will never be okay. Spike has always wanted acceptance, and love, and he sought it from places he would never get it, and now he knows he will never get it because he shouldn’t.

So when he goes up in flames by the end in heroic sacrifice and all that jazz, he’s happy he even got to have an ending like this, he’s finally doing something right. And when he comes back in Angel, as a ghost with no ability to affect the world around him (except annoy the crap out of Angel) he feels he is on borrowed time. In the moment of burning up, he didn’t have to think about if he would end up in hell or the aftermath, but with Pavayne toying with him, tugging him in to hell, it’s a slow torture of what he’s known all along, even if he didn’t fully want to face it. He is still condemned. And yet, given what he believes to be the one opportunity to stave off the inevitable for however longer and get a body, he still chooses Fred’s life over his own. And Fred tells him “you’re someone worth saving.” She doesn’t condemn him. She believes in him, like Buffy did, and this time it’s someone he doesn’t have a rocky past with or romantic feelings with, she just sees him for him and wants to help. And in the end he gets a body while she loses hers, and it’s because Angel and Spike did the “right” thing because it’s what Fred would’ve wanted. I think soulless him would’ve saved Fred, even if it meant condemning so many others. 

And on the day he thinks will once again be his last before the big suicide mission showdown (which he was the first to volunteer for), he doesn’t call Buffy to give her the pain of finding he’s alive only to die again, instead he goes to a bar and reads his poetry, the window into his shameful, soft soul that was stamped on and laughed at the last time he was a human, and hopes for acceptance. And he gets it.

#I just have a lot of Spike feelings all of a sudden #this is how I procrastinate is by falling down eighth grade rabbit hole obsessions #but yeah just very much the whole #will this fix me oh shit nothing can #and it was me who did that #is very much oof #the soul doesn't make him a good person #it just holds up a mirror he hasn't seen himself in since he was a human #and it's on him to figure out what to choose from here #to keep going or sink into his inevitable condemnation #and accept there is no salvation only living #or unliving #btvs #spike #spike btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

[dealwithadeer]

You ever think about how Husk probably begged Alastor to give him back his power and money and take his soul?

You ever think about how Husk probably used to be so enarmoured with being an Overlord, with having his own casino and all that money that he was willing to give up his own soul to the Radio Demon in order to gain at least some of that power back?

That he was so blinded by his lust for power and his greed that for a short moment as Alastor actually agreed he was actually happy because his soul meant less to him than his power?

You ever think about how Alastor was probably in a similar situation when he made his own deal?

That one of the reasons Alastor views Husk as nothing more than a 'pet' is because he would actually have to see a bit of himself in Husk the moment he starts seeing 'Husker' as an actual person?

#radiohusk #could also be just #platnic radiohusk #I love how Alastor and Husk are probably going to be #twisted mirror versions of each other #because provided the person who owns Alastor souls shows up and forces him #to do her work and 'put him in his place' #they are both in very similar situations #but where Husk too late realized that power and money are #not worth as much as the real important things Alastor is just doubling down on his #lust and neede for power and control #husk hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel

[violamonty]

if a rivalry lasts longer than 20 years then you are no longer just rivals. you are gay

#ts2 #ts2 premades #tycutio #tybalt capp #mercutio monty #timeskip veronaville #<- finally making a dedicated tag for it on my blog. watever.......... #my art #I DONT NORMALLY DO LIKE. painting and blending and shit so im a little shy......... #anyways. i <3 symmetrical ruler i <3 mirror tool i <3 skipping lineart and just coloring my sketches #realized while drawing these that its literally 'most beautiful big brown eyes youve ever seen vs staring into your soul' help me.

[fiendishartist2]

"i do agree there's a resemblance. um. very strong resemblance between us"

#my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #petscop #paul leskowitz #paul petscop #carrie mark #petscop care #bathroom tomb #im so tired rn but i dont CARE. ill spend 2 hours on a petscop piece no matter what #do you ever think about how paul looks in the mirror and cant quite place the face he sees #do you ever think about how paul knows he looks like care. do you think he wonders why the bathroom is identical #do you think he asks himself why the family is in the game. hey. do you think he doesnt have a strong sense of self and doesnt know why #hey #you know its bad when im saying nothing. whatever paul is in my soul and i cant get rid of him and i dont want to!!!!! #idk how much i like the text now but whatever. i like the sentiment #i gotta go to bed soon........

[pratchettquotes]

Mirrors give plenty, but they take away lots.

Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

#magrat garlick #granny weatherwax #esme weatherwax #witches abroad #discworld #terry pratchett #witches #magic #mirror #soul #identity #image #self image #cost #give and take #oneliner