#battle for the mirrorverse

[twisting-echo]

Explaining my OTP with ship dynamic memes!

Belle x Sulley (Belley/Sullelle) In a modern mirrorverse university setting.

I don't own any of the ship dynamic memes; I just found them on Pinterest. If anyone knows to whom some of the pictures belong, tell me, and I'll credit them.

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

I uninstalled Disney Heroes: Battle Mode ages ago but something possessed me to look up the friendships again, now that there’s more content for it. Absolutely loved what happened between Oogie Boogie and Davy Jones here

[bumblingbabooshka]

In the mirror universe Tuvok is teaching Kes evil telepathy [Ex: Compelling people, giving them headaches, etc.] and he was so proud when she literally boiled his blood that one time. It was still an accident but he thought it was excellent. Just do that to OTHER people next time. You're my star pupil, Kes.

[battleplanet-quotes]

Mirror Ajit: Magnus.

Mirror Dan: Magnus?

Mirror Shun: Ye happy boy! The weird dude who's like super nice to us!

Mirror Ajit: He's so clumsy, it's hilarious.

Mirror Dan: O-oh are you guys talking about Magnus?? H-he's ok.. I guess.. He scares me sometimes though..

Mirror Ajit: Last week I saw him trip over a trash can... I don't think I've ever laughed harder.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

"It’s no longer 1937… she’s not gonna be saved by the prince." 

The absolute DISRESPECT for the FIRST ANIMATED MOVIE EVER MADE and its female character who was strong in her own way! The DISRESPECT for Snow White coming from people who plan to """update""" her story??? I'm FUMING. i am FURIOUS. This is the SAME shit I said about Girlboss Cinderella do you understand???

Snow White was an abused CHILD who was isolated within her castle and then suddenly thrown into the  woods and she managed to survive using only her hope and kindness!!! She found a house and offered to work to earn her keep and she DID!!! Snow does not have to be a badass to be a strong female character. And more importantly, SHE DOES NOT NEED TO BE "BADASS" TO DESERVE HER HAPPY ENDING. Some of us in abusive situations CANNOT escape on our own. We CANNOT physically fight back and WE STILL DESERVE HAPPY ENDINGS.

Women don't have to be badasses in order to be strong female characters. So she needs to be saved-- so WHAT? Saying Snow White is an antifeminist character solely because she doesn't save herself is offensive to abuse survivors and to the original character who WAS a good character. You can criticize OTHER parts of the movie– the implication that men living without women will be useless and filthy the entire time, or we can discuss the Queen’s feud with Snow being fuelled by misogynist standards, etc.!! But just saying “she needs to be saved so it’s bad” LIKE. ARE YOU SERIOUS

Badass Snow White reboots are fine in moderation, but just like Girlboss Cinderella reboots, too many and it becomes clear what society is trying to say now- that if you're feminine and can't fight a battle, you don't deserve to be saved. Do you see why this is a bad message????? Some girls are badasses who can kill and fight as well as or better than the boys. Those girls have Mulan, Merida, Raya, Moana, Rapunzel, Elsa. They are good female characters. But you know what? So is Snow White. So is Cinderella.

I'm sure people are going to accuse me of being antifeminist for saying “oh she NEEDS to be saved by a man”– I’m NOT SAYING THAT. You could have her be saved by a woman. Be saved by the dwarves, her platonic friends. By the animals. You could write a badass Snow White reboot without being disrespectful to the original film or tale. Just fucking TODAY I read the Disney Mirrorverse Snow White book– it’s written for 13yos basically so not high art but even with them having to make her an adaptational badass, they managed to keep her personality PERFECTLY. She learns how to save herself in this book, but also remains HERSELF. And her previous inability to fight was NOT CRITICIZED by any character; her sudden badassery was a bonus for her, not an indication of her character!!!

YOU are the ones saying that if Snow White (and Cinderella) isn't saving herself, she doesn't deserve to be saved. But everyone deserves happiness and that includes those too weak to fight for it alone.

anyway that was a long feminist rant. this is also super disrespectful to the FIRST ANIMATED MOVIE EVER, the people who worked on it, Walt Disney himself, and everyone who enjoyed or was inspired by it. You absolute fucking dickheads.

also can't believe i have to say this but if y'all use this as an excuse to be racist towards anyone in the cast i will hunt you down and put shoelaces in your lungs

[dreadfutures]

2024 DA Fanfic Server OC SWAP Fics!

Every year in April, the DAFF server does a semi-secret round-robin gift exchange where the goal is to write a gift fic using your assigned person's OC. The gifts are always phenomenal, heartfelt, and give a glimpse of how your character is loved through someone else's eyes. Click the link above to read the 18 gift fics!

This year, I wrote for two different lovely writers, and both fics were OC & OC crossovers. I was so inspired by their characters I couldn't resist.

I wrote two of our Mahariels meeting as they quest for a cure for the Blight. And I gave a Trevelyan and my Lavellan the dragon fight we've all been rooting for!

The Dragon Age Fanfic Writers Discord Server anniversary (Aug 2021) generated a bunch of crossover-type gift fis and introduced the idea of a multiverse connected by eluvians. Thus, the Mirrorverse was born. This is an OPEN collection for ANYONE'S FICS that feature Dragon Age OCs who meet via the eluvians-to-the-multiverse plot gimmick. (I hope to see your own soon ;) )

Death is an Open Door

for Ghila Mahariel ( @ammoniteflesh )

Rating: T Words: 8100 (Crossover Mahariel & Mahariel).

Old Wardens told tales of long-gone companions and how they knew it was time to go. When hair thinned and nails grew sharp; when bone spurs sprouted or muscles began to hunch; when the eyes grew milky and the veins grew dark, and the light of the sun burned like the Maker’s wrath… that was when a Warden was a Warden no longer.

Mahariel had never known old Wardens.

Mahariel traveled at night.

Faust's Ghila Mahariel and my Halevune Mahariel are both worn out ten years after the Blight: shem politicians have not made good on the promises made to Ferelden's elves, and both Mahariels struggle with a lot of guilt, regret, and frustration. They both set out in search of something: a cure for the Blight, or at least its source. But their eluvian journey leads them from their own worlds, where each is the singular Hero of Ferelden, to somewhere in-between. Together.

It felt like the perfect mirror/foil set up for the two Mahariels and gave me the chance to write some horror and some ancient elven legends to boot!

and a second fic:

Unbreakable, Unbowed, Unyielding

for Theresa Tervelyan ( @warpedlegacy )

Rating: T Words: 2600 (Crossover Female Trevelyan & Female Lavellan, Female Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford)

Tess, if it's this important we can march the blasted halla in with some troops to guard it. — Cullen

“For once,” said Inquisitor Theresa Trevelyan, a wry smile aimed at her advisers, “that might actually be a good idea, Commander.”

I love Theresa with all my heart, and her writer Duchess. I was able to write a little Cullen-centric mysterious mini adventure for her for the winter holiday exchange, but we've always talked about "Ixchel and Theresa should slay a dragon together!"

Now they have!

Featuring battle couples, mid-combat banter, a dash of humor, and a bit of a cliff hanger, I hope it inspires more Mirrorverse crossovers.

[yanderes-galore]

For mirror verse Low-key had a crush on Aladdin when I was younger (still do XD ) now I’m wondering would it be alright to request yandere story of him with a darling who can create illusions (however reader wants to break up cause Aladdin behaviour ) ^^ for the mirror verse game please, if you want include a prompt can I choose  37.) "We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn't it?"

I decided to treat this as a prompt story as I just wasn't getting ideas. I couldn't entirely figure out how to include your power so it's only really mentioned you're a Guardian in this, I apologize :(

Yandere! Mirrorverse! Aladdin Prompt 37

"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn’t it?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Manipulation Toxic relationship, Clingy behavior, Coercion into marriage, Delusional behavior, Dubious turned forced relationship.

"We should get married! It's been long enough, hasn’t it?"

You weren't expecting to hear those words leave Aladdin's mouth. Especially with you now developing uneasy feelings towards your relationship. Marriage... it's such a big step...

For you it may even be a trap.

Your mixed feelings towards your boyfriend falter for a moment when you see how happy he looks. For a moment he seems like the man you fell in love with as a Guardian. However, that didn't excuse his behavior.

Aladdin, also known as The Cutting Desert Diamond, was a Guardian you've been dating for months in the Mirrorverse. Since you met him he seemed like a street rat turned hero. He seemed so charming and humble.

You felt delighted when he asked you out, you were a supportive Guardian that used illusions to aid others in battle... he was combat based and you supported him.

Yet... once you gave in to dating him... red flags made themselves known.

Aladdin is obsessive. He's clingy and more greedy than you thought when it came to your love. He slowly seemed to have his usual behavior corrode the longer he was around you.

The humble street rat you fell in love with... began to change.

It was as though there was some sort of hidden evil in his heart.

"Al... it's such a big step, I just don't think we're ready-" You find yourself suggesting in a soft tone, noticing how his happy gaze faltered for a moment.

"What do you mean? I could treat you like royalty... I may not be the richest man but I could try to get us a big wedding!" Aladdin continues, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans his head on your shoulder.

"We haven't been dating for that long... only maybe a few months. I just don't know if we're right together..." You admit. Aladdin's grip tightens on your waist when you say that. Guilt soon creeps into you.

"Do you think we're not good enough for each other?" Aladdin whispers, his tone dangerous in your ear. "What makes you think that?"

You can hear the possessiveness dripping from his tone. The tight grip on your waist didn't help either. Your heart beats fast... be it from fear or the proximity you don't know.

"You've been acting strange lately..." You whisper, only for Aladdin to pull away to look you in the eyes.

"I've been excited! After all... I already picked the perfect ring for you... it compliments your beauty." Aladdin whispers, his eyes never leaving yours as he holds your chin.

You're scared... hesitant. Aladdin is delusional to the behavior he has around you. Being possessive and clingy didn't bother him.

All he wants is you.

"There's no need to be so hesitant..." Aladdin whispers, pulling you closer. "You'll be in safe hands... you'll be in my hands... we'll be happy together. I'll be your hero, okay?"

His words are meant to be reassuring, but you still stare like a dear in headlights. Aladdin ignores your silence and pulls you in to kiss you softly. Sure, you may be scared of the thought now...

But you'll warm up to it...

He's sure of it.

[harrie-fic-center]

bucky barnes [a-m]

a siren's song by totallynotasheidagent

a twice broken man by wkemeup

amended love by lucindaam

as above, so below by weareallstoriesintheend_3

as fate would have it by scribeofmorpheus

astronomy in reverse by pansley

auf wiederseh'n, my dear by lustresky

baby, it's bad out there by intrepidacious

back to bourbon street by wkemeup

battle scarred: aftermath by darke15 ♡

bitter coffee by pilotisms

bullseye by belladonnabarnes

by any other name by wkemeup

changed times, old fashioned love by kidney_bean

classified by rulerofmyworld

coffee stained confusion by larislynn

crawl home to her by wkemeup

crawl home to her by sambvcks

crimson by bunsterjones

don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms by mallory

don't sit under the apple tree (with anyone else but me) by nellblazer

double entendre by starspangledmanwithaplan

dreaming in june by bymoni

duck and cover by pilotisms

eclipse by wkemeup

empathy (there's none of that here) by tieressian

epiphany. by gingerthestormwitch

ever since new york by bunnysbucky

falcon and the winter soldier by cjsinkythoughts

flowers bloom by revengingbarnes

game of survival by the_sad_hatter

gloxina by storiesaboutvan

god among men by abovethesmokestacks

good for the soul by justanothersong

graveyard by wkemeup

guiding light by wkemeup

harmless by shuruisneakers

havoc by floatingpetals

heal me, baby by wkemeup

hearts don't lie by daekyra

heaven by belladonnabarnes

heaven sent by wehaveabucky-archive

honey by silentwinter

honey and chamomlie by wkemeup

if it isn't love, it's still in the neighborhood by thegreenfairy246

in the embers by wkemeup

into the mirrorverse by desertwoods

i'm with you by wkemeup

just a glimmer by 17daybreak

kiss of death by overly_obsessed

little lion man by wkemeup

love, honor, and obey by constantwriter85

mercenary by papiposicle

mission of mercy by fictivefrolic

mocha by alisdas

[eponymous-rose]

So I've been rewatching Star Trek: TNG as comfort TV during/post-move and just got to Yesterday's Enterprise, which I remember liking well enough, but man, it's really unusual in the context of the rest of these early episodes. For one thing, the violence shown is a lot more stark than we've seen in the show thus far - Riker with his throat cut, Captain Garrett with the metal shrapnel in her head, lingering close-ups on dead faces. It's dark and moody and the "happy ending" resolution (as far as we know at this point, anyway) is saving the few survivors of a brutal battle, patching them up, and then shipping them straight back into that battle to be killed.

Given the show's not-so-great track record with its female characters, it's weirdly refreshing that we get a re-do for Tasha Yar. And yeah, she falls in love with a dude and goes off with him on his ship, but she was ready to say goodbye to him and that would've been that - what finally prompts her to step willingly into the meat-grinder is the realization that she had an "empty death" (Guinan had some really raw lines in this one) in the other timeline, and that now her death can have some meaning. It's nicely done, if a bit of a self-flagellating "mea culpa" on the writers' parts.

The alternate timeline isn't the gleeful, campy evil of the Mirrorverse, it's just an exhausted grind through the final days of a losing war. Lots of little touches show how desperate things have become - Wesley's been fast-tracked to a full ensign, Picard is a tactician first and foremost (he takes officers' opinions under advisement, yes, but he's also keeping from them the inevitable, imminent surrender), the bridge is laid out so the captain is front and center with everyone else in the background. As a contrast with the actual Enterprise's chill 90s living room lounge vibe, it's pretty striking. It's like a sneak preview into the bleak and war-heavy sci-fi that would start saturating pop culture a decade or so later, and then it's a firm rejection of that premise - "This isn't a ship of war. It's a ship of peace."

I have a long, long history with TNG - DS9 is my favorite Trek on balance, but TNG is encoded in my DNA. From around ages 3 and 5, my brother and I were watching and rewatching TNG constantly. (My parents would laugh over the fact that my brother didn't know how to read yet but had memorized the episode titles of the first couple seasons.) We had pajamas. We scoured every garage sale and had a giant metal can full of action figures and phasers and tricorders and ships and even, shockingly, that transporter toy that made things disappear using mirrors.

The tactile experience of those toys is burned in my brain - the loose nacelles on the Enterprise model, the click of the left phaser button, the little hole at the bottom of the Borg cube that we once stuck a pencil in and had the tip of the graphite snap off and rattle around forevermore. My brother and I played incessantly with our action figures, to the point where most of them had the paint at least partially rubbed off - we created hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of new episodes over the years. The first time I ever used a touchscreen was at some sort of Star Trek exhibition in Canada in the early 90s that we stumbled across on our way to visit my grandparents.

I'm always fascinated by how kids interact with fictional media - my brother and I were so young, but we obviously knew Star Trek wasn't real. Except... I just always assumed that important people watched it, realized "well, that seems nice", and were actively working to make that future happen. I was (perhaps a little embarrassingly) older when I realized that no, we weren't gonna be out there on science missions to the stars during my lifetime. At least, not in an Enterprise kind of way.

At any given time, there's just this Star Trek filter over how I experience the world - when I got to go to college thanks to scholarships, I had that weighty feeling of responsibility and awe that came with daydreaming about Starfleet Academy. I saw my career shift from the gold of engineering to the blue of science to the red of command. And the older I get, the more I appreciate a show that, for all its flaws, managed to make a utopia interesting and complex.

Because TNG was such a phenomenon when I was a little kid in the early 90s, a lot of my family relationships also have TNG tied up in them. I remember going to my grandparents' apartment and my uncle showing us a fan magazine about the show. I remember another uncle who didn't really "get it" but gifted me and my brother astronaut ice cream because he knew we liked that space stuff. I remember watching most episodes curled up on the couch or my parents' bed with my brother and my mom and dad. When Mom got sick and we talked about death, I remember the way she wistfully brought up the Nexus from Generations or how she hoped she could see the next season of Picard (she didn't, sadly, but she really enjoyed that first season). Hell, one of the first real bonding moments I had with my otherwise hyper-professional and businesslike PhD advisor was when she made a TNG joke, I laughed at it, and she said, "I just love that show, everyone's so nice to each other."

It's just been a lot of fun coming back to this show, is all. I think I periodically forget how much it's affected me and the extent to which it was a fundamental, formative influence. While a lot of it either hasn't aged well or fails to hold up to modern media analysis, so much of it is still lovely, and occasionally there are these moments of shockingly good storytelling.

Star Trek good.

[tarisilmarwen]

Ahsoka "The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord" Liveblog

Woo boy, there were certainly some Choices in this.

Yeah yeah, I'm late and spoilered to hell I know, look, I have been Going Through It out in realspace and my priority has been finishing Whumptober fics, cut me some slack.

Anyway.

Lars Mikkelson continuing to crush it as Thrawn.

"Even I fell victim to the... heroics of a single Jedi." Looooooool another bit for my collection of Pissy!Thrawn moments.

We're not going to get an explanation for why the Nightsisters and Thrawn are so tight, are we?

Morgan looks a little bit trepidacious about all of this ha ha.

All right, a point in this show's favor, this look at Nightsister rituals and culture is interesting.

And the flaming sword is cool, I'll admit.

Ngl, the editing really needs to be tightened up in this scene, we really only needed the one or two establishing shots before cutting into the interior.

Eman continues to be the perfect Ezra. I love him. 10/10 no complaints.

Ngl, this is sweet on the surface that Ezra's new saber has pieces of Kanan's buuuuuuuut *waves Green Saber Ezra Supremacy flag*.

Sabine, let him borrow y'all's lightsaber and YOU build a new one.

Ah goody, an Exposition Reveal.

-_-

This... doesn't actually explain Baylan's "Your family is dead because your Master didn't trust you." line btw. JUST SAYING.

I don't even know what the narrative wants anymore re. Sabine's choice to gamble Thrawn's return for Ezra.

Aaaand please not to be reminding me of the Wrong Jedi arc kthnx.

Oh good an action scene.

Ezra and Ahsoka being cool Jedi together, nice. Could be more emphasized and staged even more coolly tho.

Well poop, I guess that's the reason why we had to risk stowing away on Thrawn's ship.

Oh good! This holomap thing is exactly the kind of plot device I actually needed for one of my Sabezra Week fills.

Lol Thrawn be taking NO chances lololol.

Oh hello finally some of Thrawn's theme in the score here. Thrawn using the men's loyalty and fanaticism towards him personally to achieve his goals, fits the culty vibes, sure.

I am liiiiiviiiiiiiiiiiing for the subtle nervousness in Ezra's voice when talking about Thrawn finding the Dathomir castle and waking the witches. PLEASE CAN I HAVE A THOUSAND WHUMP AND ANGST FICS ABOUT THE IN-BETWEEN BEFORE EZRA'S ESCAPE FROM THE CHIMAERA?

His arms are so comfortably around Sabine awwwwww.

Thrawn be all srs bznss and I'm loving it.

Yeah no, Jedi!Sabine is REJECTED, she did not have any kind of necessary mental or emotional breakthrough, she wasn't shown calming her mind properly, sorry Dave THE LEGWORK AIN'T THERE, Imma fix this to be Ahsoka in the inevitable rewrite/fixfic that I've apparently decided I'm doing.

Oh Ahsoka is helping too, well I'm still not having Sabine be able to do it.

HAAAAAAAAAA THAT PISSED LOOK OF THRAWN'S OH MAN THE SNARLING LIP CURL, THE RAGE, YES PLEASE MORE.

The struggle to recompose himself OH MAN.

This is peak Mirrorverse!Thrawn and I'm here for it. I love seeing my headcanons playing out onscreen.

Aaaaaand this would have been the perfect scene to have Ezra and Sabine sharing the Our Lightsaber, meanwhile Sabine should be fully kitted out Mando style.

*simmers*

STAGE THIS DIFFERENTLY SO THAT SABINE'S BESKAR IS NOT CONSTANTLY LITERAL PLOT ARMOR PLEASE.

Aahhhhhhh Ezra my love! <3

Should have either let him use the Our Lightsaber or continued with the Force martial arts though, pick a lane. Or have a conversation about why they need to actually get him another saber.

Eman is... waaaaaaay better at this than Rosario, sad to say, lol.

Look at him GO THERE'S MY BOY.

I love him.

Oh what are we doing now?

Ohhhhh the zombie!troopers!

Lol Ezra must have left before the Nightsisters could show Thrawn their zombie techniques.

Eman makes this look flawless, I am in love.

Battle Couple Sabezra moment, awww.

"I missed you."

FAKSJHFAKJFHHKKHHHFHFH OKAY DEAD.

DEAD AND DECEASED.

LIKE THE ZOMBIES LOL.

Aaaaaaaaand I'm gonna adjust this in the fixfic, because right now it looks like they were waiting to actually dock.

And my typing is being slowed down hang on a second.

Still dumb.

Okay back.

Thrawn basically telling Morgan, "Right, so you're going to have to go fight the Rebels and stall die for me, mmkay?"

She's looking like she might regret all of this now lolol.

I do like how the finale is making it very very easy for me to fix later lol.

Like here. Morgan should have attempted to stop Ezra and Sabine. Just a small attempt, and then blocked by Ahsoka, and Ezra and Sabine run around and outmaneuver them.

BATTLE COUPLE SABEZRA. :D

Aaaaand final trailer shot accounted for.

Okay, can there be a little more effort on the choreography there please?

Oh no Sabine, EZRA SAVE HER.

Or we could retcon Sabine into actually legitimately being Force Sensitive and have her pull the Our Lightsaber.

SIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHH.

*grumbles, takes down notes about how to fix this in my rewrite*

Oh come on Ezra, you can jump that.

Catch me melting at the sheer and utter trust Ezra has in Sabine's abilities.

(But also, screw this, she's getting a jetpack in the rewrite.)

Aaaaaaaaaand I do hate that they got separated again, screwing alllllll of that.

Nice of the troopers to just politely stop shooting.

Yeah so, this is basically gonna be a 1 v 100 for Ahsoka when I rewrite it, let my girl have a hard fought climactic battle, she can take it.

"Your friends are dead." Uhhhh nah they ain't what does this bit of dialogue even connect to?

Lol Ezra gets to put on the big boy stormtrooper armor.

The vaaaaaaaaaguely panicky twitches that Thrawn has here. A+, excellent, no notes.

No kill like overkill LOLOLOL.

Thrawn, internally: Shitshitshitshitshitshitshiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

Ah Thrawn is going to try Break Them By Talking. Ezra tanked this let's see if Ahsoka can do the same.

Nope, she's Affected.

Aaaaaand he out.

Bye Thrawn!

Hmmmmgh, yeah no, because in my rewrite I'm axing the entirety of Sabine actually becoming a Jedi it's going to be better that she goes with Ezra on the Eye of Sion instead of stays with Ahsoka, if she stayed a Jedi then yes that's what the conclusion should have been that makes narrative sense now that I see it.

But also again, I Do Not Like That Plot Point so--*grumblegrumble mumble*

Hi Morai!

Bandit queen Shin? I could dig it.

Baylan chilling with Mortis god statues.

I STILL DO NOT SEE ANY SOLID EVIDENCE THEY'RE GONNA DO ABELOTH GUYS, SORRY.

And Thrawn is setting up base on Dathomir. Lol wait til he finds out that there's basically nothing there anymore lololol.

Those uh... those be a lotta dead troopers. Probably most of the Chimaera crew.

...Cripes did they die naturally, did Ezra kill them, or did Thrawn pull some kind of Jonestown thing in order to enact his eventual revenge?

Oh maaaaan what if it's that last one, that would fit with the cult-like chanting in his intro omgghghhhggkajsfkjh.

Frick man, Thrawn fixing to unleash an undead army on the GFFA that can really only be taken out by lightsabers.

Oh come on, you're telling me Ezra was on the Eye and didn't pull some last minute shenanigans before he left?

Didn't screw Thrawn over one last time for nostalgia's sake?

(He and Sabine are blowing up some engines before they skedaddle, in the fixfic.)

HERA AND EZRA SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALLOWED A HUG, FILONI.

The attempt at bookends here is cute but no. LET HERA HUG HER SON.

THIS DOESN'T EVEN REALLY WORK AS A BOOKEND.

YES THE PART WHERE CHOPPER RECOGNIZES HIM IS CUTE BUT THIS IS WASTED DRAMA. THERE'S NO REASON FOR THIS.

LET HERA HUG HER SOOOOOOONNNN.

This whole scene just doesn't work because we're trying to shoehorn it into being a bookend for the opening, it doesn't wooooooooooorrrrrk.

THEY SHOULD HAVE HUGGED.

*furiously taking down notes on how to rewrite this scene*

*grumbling*

Blah blah Sabine can feel Anakin there but Ahsoka can't? blah blah blah.

Aaaaaaand closing us out with "As The Sun Sails And The Moon Walks"

Well.

Where do I begin?

Okay so... final verdict... I DO actually like this show.

THAT BEING SAID.

There was soooooooo much about the execution and so many of the narrative choices that I just NEEDED to be better and it frustrates me. Because this show by all rights should have been a spectacular emotional thrill ride like Kenobi and it just wasn't.

A lot of the problems and nitpicks I had with Kenobi are exacerbated here, especially under Filoni's brand of, "I didn't care for what Lucas did with the Prequels, here let me fix it." NO FILONI IT DIDN'T NEED FIXING IT WAS FINE! HOW THE FORCE WORKED WAS FINE! THE JEDI WERE FINE!

But there's such GOOD STUFF in here that I can't discount it all fully like I can with the Sequel Trilogy. (Which, believe me, I have attempted to workshop and fixfic but ultimately gave up on.) The purrgil lore! The Ancient Dathomiri! Another galaxy! Whatever Baylan was up to! Sabezra being adorable! Thrawn!

Soooooo yeah, basically join me sometime in the future for when I inevitably create a fixfic AU for this show like I did for Aldnoah.Zero because unfortunately I can't give up on this show I need to fix it, just hand me the characters and story and I can fix it.

Can't do much for the camerawork, choreography, and occasional stiff acting (Not you Eman, Natasha, Ray, Evan, and Lars, you're all great.) but I can at least salvage that part lol.

Ultimately... mid. Excellent premise and cool concepts brought down by subpar execution and some frankly baffling narrative decisions. But gimme like a week and I will workshop a Fanon AU that I can be completely happy with.

Hopefully we get a Season Two? Maybe? Or resolve everything in the Mandoverse movie?

Peace out, y'all.

[frie-ice]

Since I had also done a screengrabs post on Merida and Scar, from the trailer they appeared in together, and have used the screengrabs from the post on Belle and Sulley for their ship week Battle Partners collage, it only seemed fair to do one on these two as well. Since I have planned to feature them as friends through the Scar!Reform/Redeemed AU, and Mirrorverse is one of those crossover games that have heroes and villains as allies, @twisting-echo suggested that they should be presented as adoptive father-daughter. Along with her suggesting that their crossover familyship title could be Meridar or Scarida. She points out that Scar wouldn't have simply nodded in respect to just anyone, like he did in the trailer after Merida took out the Fractureds that were behind him. Making Merida the reason Scar decided to be a better person, or lion in his case. Merida has been featured in a few feral AU's, that mostly have her being raised by bears, so I could see that happening. 

[twisting-echo]

Belle x Sulley Week Prompts!

Belle x Sulley Week will start on March 22nd and end on April 12th. I know IRL stuff can get in the way or be busy at times, so hopefully that's enough time for everyone who is participating to get their prompts done. But if you're not finished with your prompt, just DM me, and I'll make sure your submission still gets seen.

You can be as creative with the prompts as much as you like; just remember to have fun doing them.

Your submissions can be fan-art, fanfiction, collages, moodboards, edits, or whatever art forms you're comfortable with.

Please make sure to tag me @twisting-echo and my friend @frie-ice when you post your submissions, and please use the #belle x sulley week hashtag in one of the first of five hashtags you may use.

Alright, everyone, have fun! I can't wait to see what you come up with! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～♡

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

For the OC ask meme:

🧋🪞🔮🍒🕰️💌

for any combination of Remidee, Alexandria, or Sunset :3

WAHOOOOOOOOOO oh thank you so much. you know i love designing alternate outfits and coming up with random scenarios i'll never use again xoxoxo

some of yours other people asked for too, so i'll hold off on answering them!

🪞 (Mirror) - What would their Mirror World counterpart be like? If they are a Mirror World counterpart, what traits of theirs are reflected? Do the two of them get along?

for context, because i dont think people outside of artfight know much of remidee, they're an apothecary who deals minorly in fighting and magic as an aspiration. due to how injuries work in my mirrorverse, traditional medicine is in extremely low demand and basically not needed. mirror!remidee has leaned almost totally into being a fighter as a result. coincidentally enough, this also reflects regular remidee's worst insecurities for reasons that are a bit too wordy to explain right now

after the fall of shadow dedede's monarchy, they found themself in mirror floralia as a refugee. they're not as good as fighting as the rest of the army, but the queen isnt one to turn away someone so loyal and ready to dedicate themself to the kingdom. officially theyre in the army as a fighter of the same level of the sectra dees, but really theyve been designated as just the guy that brings the banner into battle

mir!remidee would scare the absolute hell out of regular remidee, for reasons they couldn't quite place, even though mir!remidee is actually quite nice. it's the existential dread, remidee....

🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?

on the other end of the spectrum, dreamy gear remidee has leaned fully into being an apothecary, considering there's no need for fighting and magic is extremely rare. they keep a pretty nice shop in the town of wind (<novel lore, for you folks who don't know). they seem richer than the other residents or overly-well off at first glance, but medicinal ingredients are very difficult to get a hold of in this setting, and they're quite passionate about their work, so they have a lot of high quality supplies

dg sunset is a carrier pigeon, basically. child of single dad manager dedede, they help deliver mail. though they have a habit of getting into trouble more often than not on the job while jumping from rooftop to rooftop. remidee has a sense of disdain for dedede in this universe thanks to sunset's shenanigans

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

Sunset: i don't hc the mirror counterparts to be related to or have familial relations with their regular counterparts, but dmk would definitely be the fun uncle to sunset. both magolor and taranza get a thumbs down from her, not because of their past crimes, but simply because she thinks they're "kinda weird and annoying"

Remidee: i swear to god this has absolutely nothing to do with my own affinity for zan but remidee admires zan a lot. combining elemental magic with weaponry is notoriously hard in my universe, requiring a lot of skill and control to do. remidee is practicing spearplay and electric/beam magic, so this lines up very well. marx scares remidee a lot.

Alexandria: alexandria doesnt get any friends for reasons relating to her Themes. but im sure shed be extremely fond of kirby himself. gooey too i think! she also keeps her distaste for people well hidden, or is quite open minded--it's difficult to tell, so nothing for the "gets along with the least" part of the question either.

🔮 (Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?

[msweebyness]

Mirrorverse HC The villain class likes Kirby but not in the way you think the hero class think they like it for the game and while they do they like it for the lore and the boss battles in after showing the hero class two Kirby Lore videos their faces were just traumatized

…I’m a little scared now. I don’t really play video games, so I wouldn’t know much about that, lol. The only games I can remember playing are Mario Kart and Just Dance.

[inquisimer]

on the brink of an unknown future

I'm back with more mirrorverse for OC kiss week day 4! @shivunin's Arianwen (Tabris) falls through an Eluvian and meets my Ariya (Tabris). Thank you for letting me borrow your girl! I hope I did her justice with this piece :3

Honorable mention to @exalted-dawn-drabbles, whose OC Talenna Ethera makes a guest appearance as the multiverse bartender

read it on ao3 here

Female Tabris/Female Tabris | Rated G | 2406 words | No CW

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Arianwen’s daggers were in her hand before she’d lit the lantern in her quarters. Quiet blanketed Vigil’s Keep, the distant sounds of the Wardens who’d returned with her fading into the night. Battered and bloody, she’d been looking forward to her first real bath in weeks. But—

There was a mirror. A mirror where one hadn’t been before. Where it didn’t belong.

It was tall and beautiful, as such things go. Burnished glass framed in dark metal that twisted like branches at the peak and pooled like roots at the base. Artistry that was out of place against the simple Fereldan stone of the Vigil.

And out of place in general. It hadn't been here when she left. She'd had no word that it would be here now. Never a particularly good sign—she'd certainly encountered stranger attempts on her life, if not more confusing.

Gripping her daggers, Wen crept along the perimeter of the room. Her sharp gaze never left the mirror.

Nothing else was out of sorts. None of the furniture shifted, her desk undisturbed, no odd shadows lurking in the corner. Appeased, but still wary, Arianwen approached the mirror.

Her own reflection stared back: fraying braid, scarred face, grimy, spattered armor. Nothing unusual. When she brought her palm to the frame, the metal was cold and solid under her hand.

Not a hallucination, then. Probably.

The thing to do would be to call the others. Ask the Seneschal when the thing had been delivered, if it had, in fact, been delivered and not planted here as a means to kill her. But no sooner had the thought crossed her mind then the surface started to glow.

Wen hissed and dropped her hand as if burned. The mirror rippled like she’d thrown a stone into still water; smooth glass turned to a million small sharp edges. Sparkling shades of purples and blues lit up the chamber like sunlight through a diamond. Arianwen held her daggers ready, but the threat she expected never materialized.

Of course it didn't. It was a bloody mirror.

Still, she was curious. She took a few wary steps forward and reached out so just the tips of her fingers brushed the sparkles. No energy arched out, nothing zapped her for the exploration. Whatever the glass had become, it buzzed against her skin, an icy hum.

And was that...laughter? Wen frowned, leaning forward to hear better. That was her mistake.

The not-glass of the mirror locked onto her hand and tugged her forward. Swearing under her breath, Wen struggled to yank her arm free. But it was a battle already lost. In a last, desperate, effort, she unsheathed a dagger and threw it at the door of her chambers.

It connected with a solid thunk, vibrating slightly, then the darkness swallowed the Warden Commander whole.

-

She landed on her feet, as she always did. Daggers still in hand and braced against the scuffed wooden planks, she took in her surroundings.

It was…a tavern? A decent sized room with a smattering of tables and a tall rack of liquor bottles behind a long, smooth bar. Heads turned on her entrance, but there was barely a dip in the noise as they all returned to their conversations without missing a beat. Wen frowned, scanning the room suspiciously.

“You lost, falon?”

“That’s just rude, Talenna. Of course she’s lost.”

“I’m not lost,” Wen snapped out. A reflex. She wasn’t lost, she could see, which meant she could find a way out. That wasn’t lost.

Her eyes finally found the welcoming committee. One was leaning at the back of the bar, a smirk pulling at the purple tattoos that branched across her cheekbones. Across from her sat another elf, barefaced and wearing armor that glinted a familiar pattern of silver and blue.

A glance back showed the portal she’d fallen through was a similar mirror, though now it lay cold and flat and dark. With little other choice, she sheathed her daggers and approached the bar. Her skin prickled with the wariness of an unfamiliar place.

The Warden kicked out an empty barstool. Wen caught the back of it, but did not sit down. Not just armor, she realized as the Blight sense stirred within her. The woman was and actual Warden. But not one she knew. From Orlais, perhaps? Or the Marches—it wasn’t as though she’d had extensive contact with the Order beyond Ferelden.

Behind the bar, Talenna pulled out a fresh glass. “I think you are lost, falon. No shame in it. Want something to drink? I find the explanation goes down easier with a nice beverage.”

“No. I—“ Wen paused, not sure of the right question to ask. “Who are you people? And where are we? How did I get here?”

“Through the mirror—there was a mirror, yes?”

Wen nodded.

“Good, good. It doesn’t often happen without an Eluvian, but it gets much harder to explain that way.”

“What gets harder to explain?” Wen demanded. Her fingers clenched around the thin back of the barstool. “So far you haven’t explained much of anything.”

Something clattered across the bar top and Wen caught it out of instinct. She looked down at the familiar crest of Ferelden’s Warden Commander.

Immediately her hand flew to her hip. But the crest she wore clipped on her belt was still there. She held them next to each other.

They were identical.

“This does not even begin to answer my questions,” she said flatly.

“The mirrors connect different worlds. Universes where the broad strokes are similar but the details—“ the Warden took her badge back and flipped it over, held it up for emphasis “—the details are different.”

“The details…” As no apparent threat showed, the adrenaline faded, leaving Wen with only an exhausted reminder of the sleep she wasn’t getting. And the bath she wasn’t taking. Still, they could be lying. She narrowed her eyes. “So you are both Wardens? Warden-Commanders? You all battled the Blight?”

“Not me!” said Talenna cheerfully. “All that…main character business is far too exposed for my taste. I had the good sense to be a bit player in all of the insanity. But this one, yes.”

“Careful, Tal,” said the Warden. “Let’s see how much she knows before we spout off.”

Hm. Well, if it was a trap, they’d certainly gone to a lot of effort for it. And they weren’t even lying to gain rapport. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the barstool.

“How much I know?”

“The mirrors span time as well as worlds. Some of us have lived through things that are still coming for others. It wouldn’t do to….spoil it.”

“I don’t know,” Wen muttered. “I can think of a few things I wouldn’t have minded knowing ahead of time.”

The Warden’s smiled, not unkindly. Was it pity? Wen didn’t think so, but she prickled a bit just in case it was.

“Bar policy is just to let everyone fuck up in their own unique, uninfluenced fashion,” she said. “So, that’s Talenna, and I’m Tabris. How should we call you, Commander?”

“I’m—sorry, did you say Tabris?” Wen drew up short. Tabris leaned back on her stool, grinning, as if Wen’s reaction confirmed something for her. She nodded.

“I did. Getting the sense that might not be enough, though. Ariya Tabris, originally of Denerim, currently Warden-Commander of the Order in Ferelden.”

Wen exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. But nothing about Ariya’s held steady under Wen’s scrutiny; nothing about her suggested a lie.

“Arianwen Tabris,” she finally replied. “Originally of Denerim. Currently Warden-Commander of the Order in Ferelden.”

Two thunks broke the tense moment that stretched between them. Talenna poured a fine looking ale into the glass mugs and slid them across the bar.

“Well, now that’s all sorted,” she said with a grin. “Drinks?”

-

It was all a bit surreal. In fact, as she settled into the cold sheets of her bed back in the Vigil, Wen was half-convinced it had been a dream. Only the looming shadow of the mirror from the corner of her eye said otherwise.

But in the morning, it was gone.

-

When it next appeared, Wen stepped through without hesitation. Only Talenna was in the bar this time, but she poured a drink and gave Wen that insufferable smirk of the well-informed.

“The mirrors come when we need them,” she said, when Arianwen asked. “Or, when someone on the other side needs us.”

-

So whenever the ornate frame appeared, Arianwen went through. Most frequently she saw Talenna, but she was popular and not often free for more than a brief chat. Ariya was there nearly as often, though, and the two elves gravitated together. Perhaps it was as Talenna said, and the mirrors were bringing them together for a reason.

Which was ridiculous. Ridiculous that she’d even thought it. Then again, she was in a magical bar that existed in a pocket dimension, the only entrance to which was a series of enchanted mirrors.

So maybe it wasn’t that ridiculous at all.

It took them a few passes to work beyond the awkwardness. They shared a name and a past, to a certain extent, and speaking of their experiences sometimes gave Wen the same headache as blurry double vision. They both spoke of the alienage, of Ostagar, of Alistair and Morrigan and Leliana. Both had gathered the same allies and defeated the same archdemon atop Fort Drakon.

"They're not really the same," Ariya said one night, as they shared a basket of deep fried cheese and spoke of their former companions. It was one of few safe topics—more years had passed since the Blight in Ariya's world; she knew roughly where Wen was going and remained frustratingly tight-lipped about it all.

Wen tapped her fingers along the edge of the plate. "They're not all that different, though. They can't be."

"Can't they? How much did they change, in the short time they traveled with you? How much did you change their lives, by what you did?"

That gave her pause. She had influenced Alistair, certainly, and Zevran of course. And Shale. And—

"Point taken. But surely you affected them as well, in your way."

"Of course I did. But I'm not you—we say different things, make different choices. All of our friends change, but the difference lies in how they change." She shrugged. "And who's to say they all had the exact same experiences before they encountered us? I don't know about you, but I wasn't exactly doing background checks when I was picking up strays."

Wen snorted. "The opposite, really."

"Truly."

-

She did not know it would be the last time, when it came. The world was increasingly fraught, the situation in the Free Marches devolving, and Zevran’s mission against the Crows pulling him away more and more often. It was a relief to see the ornate frame in her quarters and she eagerly slipped through to the bar.

"You know, I'm still waiting for one of these things to take me to your world," she said, sliding into the barstool beside to Ariya. They told her it was possible, that sometimes the portals connected worlds directly. She had yet to see it for herself. "They just keep bringing me to this bar."

"Maybe the universe thinks you always need a drink?"

"Well the universe isn't wrong." She called for one and took it from the bartender—not Talenna, who was absent for once. Wen took a long pull from the glass, closed her eyes and rubbed at the bridge of her nose.

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah. Just...a lot going on. Stupid people doing stupid shit that is going to get a lot of other people killed."

Ariya's ears perked up, her gaze going sharper than the edge of her blade. But Wen shook her head.

"You said I would know when it happened. Nothing that big. Yet." Her lips quirked. "What if it's not going to happen in my world?"

"Yours would be the first." Ariya gestured to the dozen or so people scattered across the tavern. "All of these worlds. It always happens. And it doesn't sound like things are looking so peaceful in yours, anyway."

"No, I suppose they aren't." Taking another sip, Wen looked sideways at Ariya. "So. It's all about to go to shit for me. What's new with you?"

They passed—well, Wen wasn't sure exactly how long. Time moved differently here. But when the nagging in her gut said it was time to go, she polished off her drink and stood. Ariya followed her to an Eluvian that lit up at her approach.

"Well," Wen said, uncertain, as always, how to say 'see you when the magic mirror says so’. "Next time, then?"

Ariya hesitated. That was disconcerting—she always had a well-placed farewell quip. Wen's gut twisted at the unanticipated change.

"Of course," she finally said. Something in her held back, though. "Wen, I—"

She broke off, laying a hand against Wen's arm. "I just don't feel good about what's coming. For either of us. And I..."

Her hand found Wen's cheek, traced the scars there, twisted the wisps of hair that had come loose from her braid. After one, two heartbeats, she lifted herself on tip toes and her lips found Wen's.

She kissed softly, but Wen felt the sharp edges underneath, the ones that would kill anyone foolish enough to make her an enemy. But they didn't scare her—she was made of edges just the same.

They parted, but Ariya did not draw back. She dropped her hand to lace their fingers together and squeezed.

"Just be careful, okay? Even if it's some time before we get back here, I like to think of you taking the horrors by storm. So just...don't die."

Cryptic, as always. Wen wondered what she wasn't saying, what she knew or what she planned, what dread foresight she couldn't explain. Hopefully it was something she could stab.

"I won't," she assured Ariya. "I'm a cockroach like that—basically impossible to kill at this point."

That drew out Ariya's familiar laugh and some of the tightness she'd put in Wen's chest eased. She squeezed Ariya's hand quickly in return, then took a breath and stepped forward.

"Good luck, Wen," Ariya whispered. And the Eluvian took her home.