"I've Always Heard Every Ending Is Also A Beginning, And We Just Don't Know It At The Time" - Emily Prentiss ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ | แดษชษดแดส | แด ษชsแดสสแดแด | ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ โข โ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ช๐๐ฃ โข ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฃ
โ My Other Self Is Like A Shadow, Always Lurking In the background โ
Greetings, Everyone, and welcome to my little jewel at the depths of History.
In here, you may seek the knowledge and the memory, the telltale of life, in many of all of aspects one may experience it.
First, i need to ask you a couple of questions.
Do You believe in magic?
-> Yes | No
Good, good. Magic exist all around us, but its true strength is in the belief of us, in the trust that it is reachable and truly is out there in the air, in our bones, in our very souls.
Do You Believe In Reincarnations or the probability of one remembering their previous lifetime events?
-> Yes | No
Very Well. Not much place their trust in this theory, that one may remember who they were all this time ago, a full time of life. Those who does however, are admirable.
Now. The Gate will open soon, allow me to explain to you a little further about the rules you must follow if you wish for the mirror to speak and tell you what it is you seek.
|-----ใ Be Respectful Towards others. You are not the only one who is to seek the aid of the mirror, and kindness can bring you a long way. That Stands for different Races, Gender (AAB and identity), Sexualities, Religions, cultures, and similiar ones as such.
|-----ใ The Things the mirror might tell you may be of dark nature, so make sure not to be having a weak heart if you are to ask of it for heavy sort of knowledge.
|-----ใ The Mirror is not a fan of heavy things, so make sure to keep it age appropriate in your form of asking. (Ex. Swearing is allowed, explicit descriptions of ฤbลณsฤ is not.) The Answers however may be heavy or triggering to some, so the mirror will make sure to put a list of triggers at each of its responses.
|-----ใ Please remember it is all for fun, and to not take too to heart whatever you are to read. Most will be written in a lighthearted manner, and will be appropriate for all ages.
|-----ใ you may request of the mirror one of the following: An Ask, A Short Prompt, or the likes if you desires. The Prompts have its own Unique Rule list as well:
You are not allowed to be asking for anything of too heavy gore such as death or the likes. If it is a prompt, Not quite too descriptive death or yandere is accepted within reason, and within the discretion of the reader that i may not fit it to your exact taste if you look for over-traumatizing stuff.
You Can Request a ship in your prompt if you wish it to be of romantic nature, but there is no guarantee i will choose it if it has Characters i have no big knowledge about or events i did not play in the past yet, or the type of Setting you ordered that i am unfamiliar with.
Following number 1, you are not allowed to be asking for anything NSFW or 18+, even for the 18+ Characters, i wish it to be all ages appropriate to read.
You can request your prompt to be possible headcanons I have of said character you chose or the likes.
Go as wild as your imagination can carry you as long you do not break a rule.
I love ur writing! ๐ ur so talented. how old r u?
Oh, wow.
I almost forgot this blog exists haโ
Thank you very much for the compliment! I like to believe that my writings skills were pretty nice all things considered at that age!
As for the question.
I don't know if you meant it in the sense of how old am I right now, or by the time the blog began. So I'll answer both!
I was a minor starting out this blog, obviously, I think maybe 15 or 16?
I did 18 not too long ago, so it's really a big hit of nostalgia to see somehow that someone actually found this ancient pearl and decided to leave such a heartwarming text :)
It was raining again, it was always raining those past few days. Not that he would've minded much, the rain was not coming down in the shape of an horrendous storm which will tear his focus away from his notes. No, it came out softly, like a trickle of Pebbles down a peaceful lake, soft circles shaking in the water as the heaviness drowned. It was.. calming one per say, and he suppose he have earned himself a short break, his back aching in approval when he tried to roll his shoulders.
He Choked back a sigh, raising from his seat and moving a strand of short hair from his eye view when he approaced closer to the window. His hands raised from the side of his body and laid flatly on the wet window, which had droplets all across the glass, while on his side of it, it was fresh, yet dry. His hand was flat across the window, and the chillness of it sent a shiver or two across his back, a shiver against the Coldness of the glass, against the touch of the merciless winter against his pale palm.
"The Winter Will Be Your Greatest Ally In Here"
Is it really? His head lowered slowly against the glass, forehead tilted until it is pressed against the Coldness, and he shivered again. The winter. The winter is no longer his ally, for he feels it the same as everyone else do.
"Who are you," he whispered in silence to the figure he have saw in his reflection, to the boy he have asked himself again and again the identity of. Ahh his head hurts thinking about it right of now, he better get back to his notes.
The cameras, he never thought there'd be a day, when he hoped for a break of them, for a moment of silence without the flashing sounds and the bright lights that covered his eyes to as far as he can possibly see. He knew there was no one to blame, as there were truly nothing quite wrong, save his mood perhaps. The Cameraman seemed to have noticed his sudden drop in motivation, because he have stopped the set and requested a few minutes of a break, which truly, he could use right now.
Letting his legs lead him out of the set, he ignored the scripter who thought he perhaps forgot his lines, which never happened in his entire career before, and he have been on a stage as long as he can remember his little hands Holding the paper in front of his mirror, incantating his lines carefully. He made his way out of the building, deciding to settle for a breather of fresh air, who might cool his mind and make him able to focus.
Standing carefully at the door, he felt the breeze dancing in the air, howling in laughter in a language foreign to those of the living, playing with his hair, and repaying that little toying, by spreading a cool gust on his face. He took a deep breath, feeling the chilly air so cleanly rolling down his lungs, then coming back out in his exhale, and he reached for the mirror In his pocket, to check how much of foolishness did the breeze make of his hair. Did he mind it much? Not quite, he wouldn't have come outside if he did. He saw a shadow in the mirror, and the howling sound of the wind.
"Listen To The Breeze, if you are careful enough, you might catch a glimpse of its words"
He Stilled in silence, ears careful and watchful, trying to distinguish any sort of sensibility in those unstable sounds, trying to figure out something he wasn't certain himself why were he gifting so much of his precious time to, but he listened. Intently and carefully, yet all his ears could pick up or detect, was the sound of the wind, like a turbulent. He choked back a sigh, not quite sure what were he looking for, aiming for, what was he expecting?
Did he expect the wind to whisper secrets of success into his ears? He doubt it would be so kind to do this, even if he were to understand it. Eye moved back into his mirror, the shadow no longer there, as if he were alone in the area from moment one. Shaking his head a tad and making a mental note to rest once he returns to school grounds, he went back inside the building, a rare tired sigh at his lips.
It was pretty late. He couldn't remember exactly the hour, but it was late. The Water Hitting against his window bothered his sleep, and he couldn't quite close his eyes with this tapping sounds of this persistent rain. He have found himself in the unfortunate situation of being unable to sleep, when tomorrow is a busy day. How Unfortunate does one can get? Well, perhaps he could compete for a leading place in a competition of self-pitying, but right of now he couldn't bring himself to care much. Not at this hour, not with mind tired as his.
He kicked off the blanket, feeling no reason to stay inside when he feels suddenly wide awake by the sounds, opting for a little walk around the halls of the dorm, just so he can tire himself out a tad little more, enough to go to sleep. He fidgeted around in the dark for a bit, and then as he managed to put both legs in his slippers, he raised from the mattress in silence.
Making his way in the halls, he opted to stop in the kitchen, grab a cup of water for his throat, so sore from Raising it all day long with careless Students who could ruin work of years in seconds, just because they felt like doing so. It bugged him a lot, but he swallowed it down and said nothing in their presence regarding that. A sudden sound rippled through the air, and got him to snap his head to look away at the window, his back slouching at the yellowness that brightened up the black sky, following the Thunder that rambled all around the place, a black figure was momentarily visible in the dark and he shivered at the thought, if he were real.
"The Thunder Is Not Scary, if you look at it straight forward in its face. it cannot harm you in any possible way, even if it wants to."
He watched the yellow die out, melt back into the inky black sky, and after he had made sure the figure is not truly there, he dismissed it as a mere trick his exhausted mind playing a cruel joke on him, and entered the kitchen carefully, not turning on the lights to save electricity. He drank one cup of cold water, then he filled in another one, planning to take it to his room so he will not have to raise from his bed again for the kitchen. He trotted carefully, not to spill the water, eyes fixated on his way back.
So immersed he was in that simple task, that he didn't notice the Brightness of lightning again, and the rumblings of thunder that caught him by absolute surprise, and his body jerked upwards, the cup spilling water everywhere, but his mind was already taken by another thing. Could it be? He said nothing, and ran as fast as his shaking legs carried him, slamming the door behind his back and curling into the blanket. He burried his head deep into safe space the pillow have provided him. There is no way one can not fear the thunder, it's loud, and scary.
It was a late hour, he could tell that from the blanket of starry skies he could glimpse at from the edge of his eye, through the old trees that tried to cover it up. He didn't want to be here.. but he promised, and he need to be a good person for once in his ridiculous life, and keep his word to the one person who never gave up on him. But camping?? It is an outside activity just the extroverted liked to do.
The air was cold, and there was a cold breeze that sent a shiver down his spine. He Stuffed himself better inside his coat, ducking his head in the soft inner layers of fur, blessing in his mind the one who planned the fabric this way. The bonfire was cackling softly, sticks with sausages and marshmallows stuck on the tops, were sticking in a low circle from the grassy sand, merely inches away from the flame. It was cold, and without thinking, his hand reached out a tad to the fire's direction, trying to soak in its warmth in his bones.
"The Fire's Your Family, And family don't betray"
Family? He Ignored the shadow he noticed in the sand, giving it as a twisted reflection of a tree or a branch, something not to fear. Something it will be silly to fear. He reached closer with his palms, closer and closer to the ball of warmth, until suddenly he hissed in pain and retracted his hands back to him.
Fire, his family? Ridiculous. He examined the black spot on his fingers, it seemed sore, maybe it will get calloused later, it hurt. It hurt. And the fire is not his family, because it hurt him. And he do not know if that thought, or the wind in the alley, sent a long shiver down his spine.
Spices, Spices and bowls, as far as the eye can see. That was what he was doing every late night, spices and salts, cooking. He didn't find comfort in cooking, just like he didn't in ironing or doing dishes, or any sort of domestic stuff, but he had to do it regardless of desire. Looking down at the sticky dough that held high to his hands, the dough he needs to now braid into some bread, maybe some sweets for tomorrow.
He sighed a tad, opting for a single moment of break from kneading the dough over and over to soften it up, and to check on the other things he have currently put in the oven. His hand reached up, sugary and sticky, to his forehead, and he wiped some stray sweats from there using the back of the wrist, before he washed his hand carefully and picked up a towel.
Ahh, he can't see a single thing in this darkness, foolish decision it was, to put all the lights out when the others went to bed. He Stifled a groan at the back of his throat and lighted a candle, holding it carefully at the base and opening the oven's door, prodding at the top of the sweet that laid there with careful fingers. It wasn't ready enough, so he shut the door and wiped his hands free of sweat. The Towel tickled his fingers, but he didn't look, his gaze focused on the shadows dancing on the wall, using the fire from the candle as their stagelight for the act.
"Let the light comfort your agony"
He stilled at the view of one of the shadows, something akin to a human shaped one based on the Height, as if staring his way and reaching its hand out to him. He blinked, and it was gone. As if never there. Maybe truly, it was never there. Light? Comfort him? Ahh the ridicule.. he put the flame out with the tip of his fingers, not reacting when the flame momentarily ate at his flesh, or at the darkness that engulfed the room soon after. He doesn't need the light. Not when he grew up in the lap of darkness.
What time was it? He weren't certain. It was a little hard to guess the time at a place where even as the sun rises, it still seem like evening at best. So high were the trees of the forest, so thick and vast, holding the light of the harsh sun within their hold. So hard, he was not certain on trusting his biological clock at times.
The moon shined across the trees, its light gracefully dancing through the heavy branches of the woods, that the sun's forceful rays did not manage to pierce. The soft light fell on his face and he raised his head to stare at the lunar star, squinting his eyes at it, as if trying to dictate what the hour was according to its radiation. It was hard, but he remembered he used to get lessons for that, so he should know it.
Staring at the sky, a yawn suddenly escaped his lips before he could stifle it, long and quick, and hazy. His body was tired. Which was making sense, considering his previous actions of the last three or so hours. His grip on the handle which he held so tightly before, loosened a tad, and right now he hoped that his partner for said activity will hurry in coming back with the wood for the bonfire, because he will fall asleep shortly, and it might be impolite to do so without informing the other of it.
His legs feel so shaky suddenly, maybe, maybe he can settle down, and wait for said person, sitting? It is not like he is going to Immediately sleep as soon as his body lay down, no, he is a strong person, he can wait and handle his sleepiness for a couple more minutes.
The Grass was soft under his hands when he took his gloves off, and he laid his weapon down, next to him, so it will not damage. The grass was soft, yet prickly, and the trunk of the tree was wide, and warm somehow. He raised his head to look at the sky again, and the circle of the moon as if shined in respose to him. Though now that he think of it, he likely doesn't, and he just too tired to realize it.
"Let the moon watch over when you sleep, it only wish to keep you well protected."
He yawned again, this time his yawn coming out big, instinctively closing his eyes. When he did open his eyes back, the wave of tiredness washed over him in absolute full force. Would it truly be this bad to nap for a few minutes? It isn't like this is unnatural behavior for one to grow tired after such tedious activities..
His eyes closed again before he knew it, his shoulders, once rigid and stiff, now eased, smoothed out, relaxed onto the trunk, as if it was a comfortable pillow. His body laid there limply, asleep, and the voices of bird chirping in the background was heard just barely, along with the dark shadow in the forest wood, that seemed to have disappeared, slipping in silence into the dark of night.
The water is clear, it's bubbling and fresh, it's something he used to. It's comforting, to have something you used to, places, activities, friends even. It give a sense of stability, which was something he heard he terribly lacks. Is he really believing that? Well, Not really, he just think he has a different thought process than others, but eh, everyone have their own opinion, and they don't worth his time to think about what their opinion of him might be.
His hands opened widely, moving through the water currents skillfully, like a weaver through the fabrics and strands he is to create life from. Ehe, he liked the water, and he spent every possible moment near it, or better, in it. Sadly it seemed, his close ones did not like that a lot. His Eyes scanned the land underneath him, not quite bothered by the saltiness the depth carried. He loved going out to the sea once a while, and his dorm was not far from one, so it truly was a nice refreshment, Metaphorically and literally. He liked the waves, the smell, the familiarity. But most, he liked the treasures the waters held for him, be it items, or special fish.
People asked him his opinion of the land before, he didn't really have what to say. The land was nice, but the day underneath such heavy rays, was nearly unbearable. And then people would ask why he spend so long near waters. His Lids narrowed, head ducking forward to see better, he can be certain he saw a shadow somewhere in the clear water, behind the stones. Can it be one of his dormmates? Nah.. they said there were too busy to come along before, why change their mind now? Then.. what is it?
He wanted to check, and his hands already settled in a position to give him a boost of movement, but he barely blinked, and it was gone. What was that? Did it want to play hide and seek-? Ohh he can play hide and seek! Raising his head a tad out of the water, he squinted his eyes against the bright light, that seemed to as if agree on blinding him, ruining his good mood in seconds.
"The Sun is mightful, do not get on its bad side."
Bleh, as If he cared. The sun can be mightful all it want, but as long it cannot reach him, he has no reason to care for it, nor for the consequences of the middle finger he have raised from the water, dripping and running down his hand back into the waves. His finger stood sharp in front of the sun, as if trying to piss it off Intentionally, and then he heard it. A far ring, somewhere on the shore. Great.. now he has to go back early too? What a waste of a day! He Sighed Audibly, Beginning to swim out back to the shore, leaving behind the peace of mind he have gotten in his minutes here.
The library was quiet. After all, why shouldn't it be so, so late at night? He can briefly remember mentioning his need for a certain book to dispell the worry that might rise of his sudden disappearance, then he fled the dorm, arriving at the library a tad after midnight, in search of a book, and in finding of a longed for silence.
The paper crumpled from the pressure of his palm, candles flickering and reflecting in his eyes in a sparkly shine, the pupils examining the papers and pages in silence. Utter silence. Eerie. The book was of no true importance to be exact, but he needed the silence. The silence only the night provided him with, the night, with its dark wings, engulfing the land.
He weren't afraid of the darkness of the library, nor were he unnerved by the idea of someone else possibly crossing by. The library was not the place many have ventured to for anything but school materials, even that, in the day. He were used to it. The Loneliness. Used to be submerging himself in books, in knowledge, in anything he can seek. He were used to it.
"The Darkness Will Hide Your Deepest Fears"
The flame twitched momentarily, a shadow casting over the wall behind him, standing tall, yet it was gone as soon as it appeared, and it did not seem to catch his attention enough for him to shift his head from the book. His fears..
Loneliness. He feared the quiet, the alone. He feared the day where he will have no one to turn to for advice, or for company. The day, all up on his might, he will feel as Helpless as a newborn. But, he snapped the book, he is currently not alone, he has those to turn to, he has those who seeks his company. Those who currently worry over his sudden necessity to see a not very importanf book. The darkness might be willing to hide his fears, but he was not willing to succumb to them. Raising his posture with more confidence, he left the creaky floor and the flickering flame behind, returning to the loudness he seeked freedom from.
A flicker of orange to their left caught their attention, and the eye flickered momentarily on the figure splayed out on the grassy land, hands croosed behind his head and legs bended over, soles of the shoes still touching the ground. It genuinely seemed like he was asleep, and the symbol on his cheek raised and Lowered with each raise and heave of his chest. They admit, they might've dragged him along against his will, but can he really say no? Nahh.. he can't.
The Sky. It's black. It's dark. And it's pretty. Lightened up by so many little sparkly pieces of cosmos, like salt spread all over a table. Hmm.. maybe they did spend a little too long with Trey lately in the kitchens, that they think up such metaphors for a thing as simply as a collection of stars, in the language of the kitchen.
The News earlier today spread like wildfire, there is going to a meteor shower somewhere around midnight, and they convinced the ginger to come along, who admittedly, obliged to it a tad too eagerly for their taste, but they guess they can't be picky. Head Raised back to the sky, feeling.. not tired, but more.. unnerved.
The sky was pretty, and the meteors were shining brightly, but for some reason ever since this morning.. they felt on edge. School matters? Not really.. shenanigans of students again? Yes, but not what nerved them. More like.. haziness of mind. They couldn't focus, and they wanted to drag a friend for some fresh air.
"The Stars Know Everything"
Is that so? Do they really know truly everything there is to know? .. why does this thought alone, make them feel at unease? Like.. there is no privacy, there is no away from the stars, even when the sun rises and they are no longer visible. Maybe.. that's why they were always more of a morning person than a night one, wanting to get an away from the Watchful glances of those who sparkle like a jewel.
Eye Moved again to look at the ginger haired, whose posture did not move or flinch even slightly at the caress of the hand against the cheek, which told them the teenager was indeed caught in a fast slumber. If the stars know everything.. maybe they can tell.. why do they feel so.. nostalgic every time they look at the Teenager? Like it remind them of something they are not certain of?
Ahh.. The Sevens Sure does like to test their patience does they not? Hand reached to give a soft Caress to their forehead, feeling the pulses of pain that kept coming each time they have brought up this thought this day.. then, they turned their head up to the sky, hand idly beginning to fondle the hair of the sleeping person next to them, eyes fixated on the stars, as if asking them a question which is yet to receive its proper answer.
My name is mาiาcาhาaา, though you may also refer to me as โDigiโ.
I will be your walkthrougher through this post.
Allow me to explain a few things first:
Spoilers for my au of Digimon frontier and twst
Summary: 9 kids. One world. One fight.
They didn't do anything to deserve this, aside a single thing. Live. They wished to live. They wished to survive the treacherous monsters that awaited each respectively at his or her home, one which one may refer to as family. Family? Family is gone. Family do not deserve their time, so they left, and saved the world. The Digital world, their homeworld, everything. They remembered who they once were, but just as the adventure came to an end, the choir playing the ending chord of the melody, they did not know their own melodies of life will come to an end as well.
A miracle. They were saved thanks to a miracle. If one were to refer to that as a miracle. As a gift. a gift of life, at a terrible price. a price one will never imagine. it's a life, but it is not theirs. but it is, it is their soul that inhabit the foreign flesh, giving the body life, living. their prayer was answered. living. life is granted for those who are taintless. yes they are not alive, not in their time, not in their world, and all hope was lost. that was, until an unfortunate incident. unfortunate for some per say. the moment the mirror cracked and spoke to a foreign, an Outsider from outter lands.
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"State Thou Name"
"I'm Yuu, Yuu Polaris"
"Yuu.. The Nature of your soul is...
......
......
...Unclear to me"
"what did you just say?"
"I sense no magical power from this one. Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Utterly vacant.
Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate."
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Vacancy? Absolute Vacancy? Such as the void that have ate at their hope each day and night, at the emptiness they felt which they could not explain, the Coldness in their bones even the fiercest of fires would not chase away. then it all made sense. they are not of this world, they are.. they are not who they thought they were. the glass was shattered, the shards of their memories laying around in the silence, waiting to be pieced together, to be mended, to be whole once again. can they live their life so ever freely, with the shadows of the past Hunting their lives? with the memory and fears, emotions and terrors coming together into the surface, shattering years of belief and innocence they have spent much time in believing, in covering themselves in like a veil. would the haunting memories of two previous life cycles, prevent them from moving on, and crash the world into madness that would consume all till nothing is left?
Character Bios
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Heartslabyul
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Savanaclaw
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Octavinelle
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Scarabia
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Pomefiore
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Ignihyde
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Diasomnia
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Ramshackle:
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Oneshots/Requests: None so far
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Side-Story: Chapter 0- Prologue
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