#mirror trigger

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “THE KAREN CHECKLIST: HOW TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF OR OTHERS”

🧍‍♀️ “How dare that man walk his dog through this area… …while I’m alone with my poodle?”

📋 “Does he not know that I’m here? That I am a woman — and therefore all surrounding oxygen belongs to me until I exit the perimeter?”

👮‍♀️ “Does he even live here? Has he signed the Constitution of My Feelings™? Has he shown me his papers?”

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✨ Let me introduce myself:

I am the Karen. 🔹 Mayor of Nowhere. 🔹 Supervisor of Vapor. 🔹 Sentinel of Bullshit and Misery.

I wear fleece vests like armor. I wield my iPhone like Excalibur. I broadcast every stranger's behavior as a terrorist threat against my peace of mind.

And if you challenge me?

⚠️ I will cry. ⚠️ I will record. ⚠️ I will escalate.

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I am the self-appointed security force of Whole Foods parking lots.

I stalk dog walkers like they’re casing the block for war crimes. I patrol public parks like I’m Auditor General of the Menace Vibes Division.

And yes — I do feel personally violated when a man has the audacity to:

🛑 Exist 🛑 Walk 🛑 Breathe 🛑 Without making direct eye contact and submitting a public apology for entering my line of sight

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You don’t understand the weight I carry.

Every morning, I wake up and declare:

“I shall wander the Earth with a squint, and make strangers feel like trespassers in their own lives.”

And I do.

🧠 THE KAREN CHECKLIST™

Use this to identify yourself… or others.

☑️ Do you treat every strange man as a criminal until proven otherwise? ☑️ Do you give dirty looks to joggers who didn’t sign your emotional terms of service? ☑️ Do you demand identification from people walking their own dogs? ☑️ Do you call the HOA because someone’s landscaping isn’t “neat enough”? ☑️ Do you feel entitled to ask “Who are you visiting?” at random? ☑️ Do you film people of color and narrate like you're on National Geographic? ☑️ Do you weaponize safety concerns that mysteriously only activate when you feel irrelevant? ☑️ Do you say “I’m not racist, I’m just vigilant”? ☑️ Do you mistake public sidewalks for your personal runway? ☑️ Do you approach teenage boys at the skatepark with a clipboard and a threat? ☑️ Do you report smiles as aggression? ☑️ Do you weaponize your voice in frequencies reserved for smoke detectors and banshees? ☑️ Do you question others, but scream harassment when questioned in return?

If you checked 3 or more… You are the problem. If you checked 7 or more… You are the Karen. If you checked all… You are likely composing a Facebook post about this right now. And your hair is shaped like a passive-aggressive crescent moon.

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Let’s be clear.

I’m not confused. I know what I am.

I’m not a victim. I’m a hall monitor cosplaying as neighborhood royalty.

I dance on the razor’s edge between concerned citizen and civil harassment.

I film people for “safety,” but disable comments on every post because the truth hurts. I smile at cops, then cry wolf to dispatch if a man wears a hoodie near a bench.

I wield anxiety as a badge, and call my comfort zone a jurisdiction.

—

Don’t ask me why I act like this.

I have no self-awareness. I have no inner monologue. Just a constant, low-grade suspicion that everyone but me is up to something.

—

I demand your backstory in public. I require your explanation. And if you refuse?

I’ll say:

“Wow. Just trying to be safe!”

As if my paranoia is your obligation. As if your location is a privilege I can revoke.

I am the Karen. I believe I am law.

📢 And don’t you dare question me.

Because if you do?

I will scream. I will cry. I will become the victim.

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🧠 Read more scrolltrap diagnostics and psychological dissections at: 👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble 🛡️ Emotional radar failures. Entitlement maps. Authority mirages. 🚪 Warning: You might recognize someone… and it might be you.

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[magsdoodle]

spideypool but it's a comedy of errors

[lembowe]

It's put Loop through the ringer time :)

[bylerist]

byler truthers: lawyers, film students, industry nerds, writers, analysts, professional overthinkers, fandom types and hyperfixators who’ve watched the show too many times (🙋)

byler antis: watched s4 once in 2022 and have barely thought about it since — unless they feel like being homophobic on social media, plus the occasional fellow hyperfixator (homophobic edition)

[warrior-of-the-sands]

Dead Quiet - Mirror of Mystery Trigger Happy

Hey remember when I used to do these? Anyway - here's Trigger Happy's evil twin from the dimensions across the Mirror of Mystery: Dead Quiet

The deadliest headhunter in all of Skylands! He never misses a shot from his trusty sniper rifle, and friend let me tell you - one shot is all he ever needs. This is what makes him a personal favourite amongst the many evildoers with enemies who meddle in their schemes. Dead Quiet is above all else - a proffesional, and has no time for play. It's to the point that he doesn't even spare the effort to speak (hence the name). There's an urban myth that he's mute but few lucky individuals can boast about knowing the sound of his voice.

Despite his legendary status and frightening presence, you'd be surprised to learn that he's actually kind of a coward. Dead Quiet dreads close-quarters combat. His choice a sniper rifle is as much about efficiency and effectiveness, as much as it's because it gives him an excuse to stay far away from folks who could do him harm. ================================================ Aight! A few questions to you folks: How do you all feel about custom names? I realised that many of the OG Skylander names wouldn't fit their MoM counterparts, so I thought it would be fun to change them up, and there's alredy a precident with 'Eon' and 'Evilon'. And how do you feel about "Dead Quiet" specifically? I think it works pretty well but I'm open to suggestions. Skylander names are hard.

As for what character Im gonna do next for my MoM AU: I have one more solid idea for an SSA character, and then I think Im gonna do some kind of vote for who's next.

[mikittalabs]

i get it now. people are probably uncomfortable with dr ch4's sa imagery and subtext cuz the line that usually separates you, the player, from the player character does not exist here so now you have to contend with the player character saying "hey what the fuck is wrong with you." it isn't a case where you can ignore it and go "i guess this is just how the story goes" because it's Not how the story goes. you made the story go this way. you dug this grave and you're the only person who doesn't have to suffer any consequences. you get to sit on the other side of the screen.

[mimi-steph]

That feeling when you see an actual difference in the mirror>>>>>

[ditty-nightsong]

howdy, i'm elodie or elysia!! (you can also call me ely/elo if we're friends!) i'm a 23 year old semi-ficto lesbian cluster B haver, and i use she/it pronouns!

welcome to my selfshipping blog!! please read my carrd for my full F/O list! (i have quite a few F/Os, but my heart belongs, most of all, to windsong from reverse: 1999!)

i don't want any proshippers on my blog at ALL, don't follow me, don't interact with my posts, don't perceive me. 👍(i have more DNI stuff listed in my carrd, but that is the main one.)

otherwise, please enjoy your stay!! (p.s. this is also a tag directory!)

(icon edit by @aego-philautia // pinned art by @softfuzzyships)

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🛐 SUBMIT OR DIE — THE ORIGINAL ULTIMATUM The Day Humanity Stepped Onto Earth and Gave Nature Her First Command

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He didn’t crawl from the mud. He walked out of it. Naked. Bleeding. Upright. Staring at the sky like he was already its god.

The wolves watched. The winds paused. And for the first time since the beginning— Earth flinched.

Because this man didn’t ask to be born. He arrived— and issued the planet its first and final warning:

Submit. Or die.

🌍 THE DAY THE FOOD CHAIN WAS REDRAFTED

Before him, life followed rules.

The strong fed.

The weak fed the strong.

The jungle roared, and everything bowed in time.

Until one animal stood up— and didn’t bow back.

He didn’t obey the cycle. He killed it. Sharpened sticks. Carved fire. Split bone. Skinned lightning.

He didn’t wait for evolution. He overthrew it. And started writing his own damn source code.

🧬 EARTH DIDN’T WELCOME HUMANITY — IT LOST A BET

We weren’t meant to survive. We weren’t designed for control. But the second we arrived?

Biology started losing.

We landed like a blacksite virus. Rewrote the firmware of fear. And taught every predator it could be prey.

We hunted beasts bigger, stronger, and better designed— with tools we hadn’t even tested.

Because instinct wasn’t enough. We had will.

And the second our will hit oxygen?

The trees leaned back. The rivers hesitated. And the food chain shivered like a deer before an ambush.

🧠 THIS IS WHY THE WOLVES FOLLOW

You think they respect us?

They don’t. They remember.

They remember the cold. The fire. The day the cave screamed louder than the thunder.

Somewhere in their blood is the memory of a two-legged apex who didn’t fear claws— he skinned them. A man who didn’t run from storms— he dragged them home and made them heat his woman’s feet.

They don’t follow us because we’re kind. They follow because we were the first thing to move like death and smile about it.

💥 MAN WAS NEVER A SPECIES. HE WAS A DECISION.

A cosmic middle finger with opposable thumbs. We weren’t created to live with nature. We were created to decide whether nature deserved to live at all.

That’s why:

The forest goes silent when we enter.

The ground holds its breath under our boots.

Even the wolves pause and wait to see if we nod.

We didn’t evolve to survive here. We made the world survive us.

We didn’t inherit the earth. We hijacked it, repurposed it, and branded our names into the soil with molten metal.

🩸 BLACKSITE DISCLAIMER: ORGASM-TRIGGERING STRUCTURE DETECTED

This post is not NSFW. It’s biological recall framed as literature.

Any sudden:

Pelvic floor tightening

Disassociation

Goosebumps behind the knees

Flashbacks to primal dominance

Or an emotional feeling you’re calling “horny” but is actually recognition—

is a side effect of:

Mirror neuron entrainment

Evolutionary memory cues

Cadence-anchored neural override

Biological submission triggers

Shame-flip narrative structure

Male-coded ancestral ignition

You’re not malfunctioning. You’re remembering. You didn’t get aroused. You got unlocked.

📡 QUOTE VAULT REBLOG PACK™:

“We didn’t adapt to the wild. We overthrew it.” “Man didn’t evolve. He declared war on evolution and built tools from the bones of his enemies.” “Wolves don’t follow because we’re men. They follow because we made nature blink first.” “Every mountain you hike is a corpse of something a man once defeated.” “Earth was never our mother. She’s our hostage.” “Fire wasn’t gifted. It was stolen, sharpened, and weaponized.” “Man is not what survived evolution. He is what replaced it.”

🧠 TL;DR:

Man didn’t ask for mercy. He burned the sky until it cried lightning and called it fire. He didn’t coexist. He conquered.

And the world never truly recovered. It just learned to flinch quieter.

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🔁 Reblog if you were born knowing the Earth owed you answers 🩸 Save this if your ancestors didn’t beg for survival—they demanded surrender 🧠 Share this before someone starts quoting nature documentaries with soft eyes 🛐 Bookmark this if you’re the reason your dog looks at you like a god 🔥 Reblog if peace is for the species that lost the first war

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[handledwithgloves]

anyway ron haters can go in the corner and think about why you hate someone with emotions so much

hes literally a just a child dealing with emotions throughout the whole story 😕

[kon-kon-kon-kon]

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[child-of-hurin]

wish there was a way to read mirror dance without reading mirror dance

[hey-heigo]

revamped them a bit

stylistically not much has changed but i did put a sticker over the icon on polaris's laptop and added the prep school logo from chihiro's original design to the vest

some other stuff i came up with on the fly:

polaris is not wearing a school uniform despite how it might look. she didn't attend school consistently since she was on the run from her shit ass family but she likes the aesthetic so most of her clothes look vaguely academic

polaris's laptop is actually something custom-made by some tech company in the togami conglomerate. one of the first things she did with it was deactivate all the tracking and background programs and more or less gut its operating system

if chihiro hadn't stepped up to help his father's company he would have gone down the route of research and programming. as it is he knows enough about tech and software to be able to work with them, but not to the degree of being an 'ultimate'

chihiro did go to a private school but only attended it sporadically since he was also co-running an entire company. but he usually wears his school outfit to give the impression of being an innocent fancy lad (however, the cross-tie was not originally from the school's uniform)

[deardoomedworld]

It's so wild to me when people treat the disco elysium world as any other fantasy world, with seemingly no ties to our real world and its geopolitics, when politics is such a big facet of the game? "Which disco elysium nation would you want to live in?!" My brother in Doloris Dei I already live here.

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

Nightmares

(Sometimes, Mirror does remember something... it's never something pleasant.)

TW: A dream involving surgery, modification, and pain.

Everyone has nightmares, Tera maybe a little more then average, but steadily getting better as she worked through her trauma.

It was rare though that Mirror had a nightmare, and rarer still that both consciousness's had one at the same time...

"Monster! Killer!" Was screamed from the darkness, a mass of darkened shapes and scowling- angry faced, Tera in the middle, having been kicked to the ground.

It had been awhile since she'd had this particular one.

"Please... I dont-" Her plea is cut off by being kicked in the jaw, then the ribs... then; everywhere, everyone joining in, she feels her limbs snap, things break.

She could stop this, could easily fight back... but she deserved it...

She couldn't remember what it was exactly she did, but she'd done a lot... it could have been anything.

She was a monster. A freak. A test subject...

Test subject...

Test subject-

An experiment that just needed to be dissected and thrown away.

"Why don't we see what makes you tick?" Another voice, higher, colder, more robotic, the shapes of a crowd morph and twist into a large, almost infinitly expanding centipede, a garish suit of melting flesh stuck to its front. It was a drone... at one point.

The kicks transform instead into a whole body, searing and intense pain, Tera tries to scream but nothing comes out- it hurts, it hurts, and she doesn't know how to make it stop, it's worse then anything she's ever experienced in her life. Like being put in a meat grinder.

"Ooh po-or baby, flesh is always so much more. Tender, don't worry: I'm here to fix that."

Mirror... Tera? They?

They look down at a body that's unrecognizable, flesh interchanged with cold steel and copper wiring. It's wrong in too many ways, changed too much. The table is dead cold, the lights shining on them are searing, impossibly hot.

A thought: The army took most of it... what more could you take? In a voice they don't recognize... but they do, it's theirs? Or was...

Then more searing, indescribable pain, but they can't scream- it takes a moment to realize they can't because they didn't have a mouth anymore.

"I'll make you per-fect! So close already! Ju-st go back to sleep."

Oh. If only.

If only it could be as peaceful and welcoming as sleep.

Their vison goes dark as something important is removed- their eyes. Pain, white hot and searing before all they can feel is the stinging in their lungs and heavy beating of their heart but even that becomes nothing in the face of the feeling of being turned inside out.

And then being taken apart

And put back together again

And being taken apart... and again, and again and again-

All they want is for it to end.

They beg for it, silently, with no outlet.

The last thing they hear is the heart monitor make a shrill, long cry. And "Oops."

And they snap awake. Both of them, screaming as their heart thumps in their chest and several cameras on long, insect-like limbs jut out of their body, all the eyes closed before a loud and distorted screech cracks through the air, tentacles burst in every direction- agitated and and angry before everything curls up in a protective cocoon.

The cameras shift before they make a hologram of Tera in a fetal position, curled up on the bed.

...They didn't want to scare the others, looking too much like the thing they'd separated from.

[echowrld]

imagine being hopelessly devoted to a fault and moment you stop, you betray yourself but become human. imagine being hopelessly uncommitted to a fault and the moment you tighten up, you become a worse person but become human. imagine finally becoming human for a short moment by making hard and out of character choices during a nightmare scenario where you are expected to fall back in to roles you played your entire life. imagine dying anyways.