Feb 16, 2025
“Go to hell” = basic, overused. No one bats an eye. “I hope they replace all the epic swords and blades in the new adaptation of your favorite story with guns” is terrifying. It’s unique. It could happen.
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“Go to hell” = basic, overused. No one bats an eye. “I hope they replace all the epic swords and blades in the new adaptation of your favorite story with guns” is terrifying. It’s unique. It could happen.
Something about Lake. Something about how their first chosen name was MT, for Mirror Tulip—but they never intended to keep it. Something about following in someone else’s footsteps all your life with no choice or say in it, to the point that when you finally break out of the cycle even then all you have of your world’s perspective is the world through that person’s eyes—and so you name yourself after them even now, holding onto the pieces even as you shatter them.
Something about how every person who sees you views you as lesser—sliver, null, nothing at all—and how “MT” sounds so very much like “empty.” How you knew from the start that that wasn’t a name you’d be keeping, that there was a better one for you out there. How you planned to be something—no matter what anyone else said.
Something about living your life as someone else’s reflection and constantly being on the run from them even though they are where you came from. Something about choosing to leave the place and person that made you, because you can only be yourself when you are away from what your makers want you to be.
Something about chasing your goals and being so close to reaching them after all this time but having the people at the top look through you like you aren’t even there. Like you’re nothing. Something about that unique sort of frustration where you want someone to CARE, and so you take the nearest uncaring being and make them see you, and you tell them that YOU ARE A PERSON, tears in your eyes because that’s all you’ve ever been, but the world keeps refusing to see it. To see you.
Something about Lake. A reflective surface, something you’ve spent your entire life chained to and then running from the moment you got free. But it’s the first mirror you saw yourself in that didn’t make you afraid.
Something about Lake.
Hc that Vox asked Alastor out a few years ago before he left and that’s what Alastor really meant by “he asked ME to join his team!!!” in Stayed Gone bc he just. Wildly misinterpreted his archenemesis going “hey we should be together”
You’re in his dms I’m putting on a fucked up lil play with his British cousin clad in white bodysuits and cowboy masks while beaming it directly into your brain to cryptically warn you that his dad is evil as you break down crying in the art room of a school I don’t actually attend. We are not the same.
Maybe the real Magnus Archives was the Jonathan Sims we made along the way
*sees subway* orv reference
*sees sunfish* orv reference
*sees lemon candy* orv reference
*sees a rlly ugly squid* orv reference
*sees character* orv reference
*sees reader* orv reference
*sees author* orv reference
*sees 49% 51%* orv reference
*sees sword and shield together* orv reference
*sees Korean guy in a white coat* orv reference
*sees Korean guy in a black coat* orv reference
*sees a constellation in the night sky* orv reference
*sees story* orv reference
*sees story based off another story* orv reference
*sees story based off another story that’s based off of multiple other stories because the thing about stories is they never really die, they just get retold and remade into other stories and the point of a story is to keep on telling it and telling it because it may save someone’s life someday* orv reference
*sees the incarnation of love itself, strong, raw, hurting, and absolutely desperate to reach one stupidly wonderful and wonderfully stupid person who so stubbornly refuses it each and every time because they don’t believe they deserve it despite a cacophony of voices loudly insisting that they DO, they do deserve it, and that maybe love isn’t something that’s earned through deserving at all but instead given and received* orv ref—
<:3( )~~ <-little mouse guy
Fuck dating apps, I want to find love the old-fashioned way (I accuse her of plagiarizing my fav trashy webnovel and then I cut off her head)