mirror planes

Intro post X3

Hi my name is Kravtits Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and fiery red eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a skeleton but I have skin LOLZ. I have pale white skin. I’m also a Grim Reaper, and I live in a magic mirror called the Astral Plane in Faerun where I’m in the Raven Queen’s employment (I’m seventeen hundred years old). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside the Bureau. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Kravtits!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Tuff Greg!

“What’s up Greg?” I asked.

“Make room for me.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

Nordics as (Gay) Things my Friends and I Have Said
  • Sweden: How many homophobes does it take to change a lightbulb? None 'cause they're afraid of change, even if it makes the world a brighter place.
  • Finland: I dreamt of (OTP part 1) letting off a ray. And (OTP part 2) teaching about plane mirrors and converging and diverging mirrors. The properties of light. It's straight. Not anymore though. It's gay.
  • Norway: I, too, want to teach men the ways of gay and inspire fear.
  • Denmark: Why go single when you could go gaygle?
  • Iceland: I too am a useless gay. We must destroy the heterosexuals.

I love the detail in this show. For example, the mirroring with this plane to the diamonds. There’s four diamonds near the back that symbolize the four that used to be, but there’s only 3 on the side, symbolizing the fourth diamond, Pink Diamond, being gone. Not only that, but I did a bit of research and found that Dhawar (The plane’s company) means “wanderer”. Dhawar is also used in astrology! It’s crazy how much detail is in this show. Thank you SU

okay but consider this i mean slytherin-centric groups where they all are rich and pureblood are great but why doesn’t anyone give me ravenclaw-centric groups?? exclusive secret groups where they would sacrifice anything for knowledge, dabbling in the dark arts, trading the entire world and their humanity if necessary just to gather ancient power (the spells of the old age, the dead age, the spells made at the beginning of history, the spells that turned ordinary people into worshiped figures) like why the fuck is this not a thing we could explore so much and go beyond canon because what they want to learn is not taught at hogwarts and therefore not described in the books (how about summoning things?? transcending reality? walking through a mirror into another plane???? ominous entities that have been dormant for so long humans didnt even exist when they walked the earth). I want sleep deprived, under-fed Ravenclaws walking through the forbidden library section, fueled only by their purpose, holding hands and sharing opinions and blinking in the dim light like ghosts, I want absolute devotion and the unforgiving obsession that would eventually consume them because you can know too much and some things are not meant to live in the new world why is this not happening yet

From ages 11-14, I carried a ‘bug-out bag’ with me at almost all times. Its contents included flint and steel, a Worst Case Scenario handbook, a water filter, a 2000 calorie survival bar, an emergency space blanket, a small mirror (for signaling planes), a first aid kit, a spool of fishing line, a bungee cord, a set of screwdrivers, a UV pen light, sterile medical gloves, pliers, a small sewing kit, scissors, a magnifying glass, an ACLU for interacting with the police, a condom, a moleskin, pencils, ink pens, and, at one point, a collapsible frying pan and a number of packets of salt and honey.

I’m not sure what sort of situation I thought I might wind up in on my way to and from middle school in a small rural town, but goddamn if I wasn’t prepared for it.

This habit has served me well, though. In Morocco, I carried a satchel for my notebook, along with various other survival supplies that included a miniature stove made out of a soda can, a packet of litmus paper, a physics reference manual, iodine tablets, pregnancy tests, condoms, dental dams, a super strong glows stick, and the emergency space blanket. Among other things. The other students mocked me at first, calling me a paranoid Mary Poppins, but by the end of the first few weeks, I was running a small Planned Parenthood out of my bag.