((Gah, I haven’t been on here in so long. I just started work back up again recently and I haven’t been able to get on here in a while lasfjldd.

What have I missed?))

Through The Looking Glass 

magicalthug:

wouldyouliketofly:

Maya pulled her hand out and looked around the room. She had never really thought about what a mirrored world would be like; it wasn’t like she ever had a reason to before now. She figured, though, maybe it was just a backwards world of some sort, like in the cartoons. Then again, this of course was most certainly not a cartoon.

Giving him a sharp nod, she turned back to the mirror, staring directly into her own eyes. She had assumed that when she was a girl, she had probably wondered what worlds lie beyond their reflection. But now, staring face to face with herself and whatever lied beyond the pane of glass, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice though.

“Alright,” she stated, looking at their reflections. “I’m right behind you.”

Life was a cartoon is you knew all the funny bits.

To Harry, everything was funny, given the right reference, a laugh track and an audience to witness his stellar wit and outstanding sense of humor. Yeah right, Dresden. You’re as funny as rain on the Fourth of July. Scowling at his own reflection, he tipped his head one way and pressed his own hand against the glass. How did it go? Time to nut up, or shut up - that was it. “Don’t leave me, I might get scared.” He shot back over his shoulder, one last sarcastic little comment - mostly for brevity’s sake and the hopes that Maya’s confidence would be bolstered by his display. Then, without hesitating, he stepped in and through the mirror—

This was the moment when things got a bit wonky, wasn’t it?

With an eye-roll at the little jab, Maya took one last look around the room before taking a breath and carefully stepping through the other side—

“What the-” Maya felt her heart suddenly begin racing as she looked around the familiar canyon walls of her camp back in Nevada. She saw the sun peak down in through the small opening five hundred feet above them, feeling the warmth she’d come to know over the past year. The smooth ground beneath their feet, the wide yet winding walls, even the moss-covered boulder she was currently steadying herself on. The three trailers to her left, side-by-side in the shade of the cliff-side just as always, made her lips press tightly together.

But even with all the familiarity, there was a calm air about the place that sent unnerving chills straight up Maya’s spine.

Her green eyes flashed white as she gave the area a double-take, taking note of all the large; moveable objects within her line of vision. “Something’s not right here,” she murmured, her hand reaching for her knife in the back of her jeans. “I can’t hear the birds.”

To whom it may concern, 

If you’re reading this, I’m long gone by now. Not sure how long it will be, but there’s something I need to take care of involving the mirrored world. Oh, what a twist.

After Stanley trashed all the mirrors, things haven’t been getting much better. The headaches are worse, I’m seeing things that no one else can see, and the whispers are growing more and more demanding, and it’s kind of starting to get on my nerves. But I happened to find an old mirror in the basement, and decided to take a little excursion.

But yesterday I heard one of my old friends in my head screaming for my help. Or at least, it was her her voice. I may be wiping my feet on the welcome mat of a trap, but I’d rather not risk the chances of it being the former.

You may notice Harry’s absence in the mansion as well. First of all, I didn’t ask him to help me, more like he forced me to let him help. And while I do think he’s being stupid by putting himself on the line, I truly do appreciate it. despite what I’ve told him otherwise. We have each other’s back’s in this.

I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, but I can guarantee Harry’s return at least. As for me, I’ll be there as long as it takes.

Fingers crossed,

Maya

asexysherlock:

#SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY

If you need me, I’m going to go on a rapid search for this.

…

Who are you?

I don’t care if you don’t consider my RP partners to be the “character incarnate” or “best roleplayers on Tumblr”. 

snowtheherovilliers:

ultimastarseeker:

Been there, done that, and truthfully, I’d rather follow RP partners I can run to and faceroll at when I’m angry/sad/upset, people I can be OOC with, people who fill me with joy and never make me feel like I’m on the back burner.

fyeahroleplayingrabbit:

And it does what it wants.

((AND SUDDENLY PORN ON MY DASH))