Mirror of Erised Meme (because we missed last friday!)

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The Mirror of Erised Meme

The Mirror of Erised, of Harry Potter fame, doesn't show the reflection of whoever looks into it. It shows them as they would be achieving their heart's deepest, most desperate desire whether or not it is possible. For instance: an orphaned boy who never knew his parents sees himself surrounded by the biological family he could never know, the oft-overlooked youngest son of a large family sees himself having his day in the sun outdoing his brothers, and the happiest man alive would look into the mirror and see only himself.

What would your character see in the mirror? Feel free to post reactions ICly or oocly, whatever is fun for you.

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GLaDOS would see herself being hailed for her massive contributions to science with an endless supply of interesting test subjects to torture in a pristine, beautiful facility. Also no personality cores or other attempts at tying her down, just free to go SCIENCE!!! forever and ever.

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex looks into the mirror, watches the cape blowing in the breeze, looks around at his colleagues, and... gets a little into it.

"Gawain!" Yeah, he can use Dr. Gaudin's code name now. "Get the left flank. Dover, give us some cover. Mummy..." Alex ran his fingers through his hair. "Smoke me a kipper; I'll be back for breakfast."

Mine are easy. AND SAD. Except Punchy's his is stupid.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva stares into the mirror and sees, in painstaking detail, a world where she walks into a supermarket as just another person, with no scars on her body or mind. She sees a husband she never made a widower of, her and Peter still together in their imperfect but loving marriage, still fighting over whether he stands up for himself enough at work or whether she makes enough effort to be nice to his sister. Her haggling her teenage son over grades and haircuts and speeding tickets, over stupid teenager things instead of the end of the world and the future of humanity.

Howard stares into the mirror and sees himself distorted. Not fearless, per se, but more open. The casual swagger isn't underlined with his usual light-footed preparation to bolt. His eyes aren't constantly checking for a door, his mouth not constantly seeking some tactile reminder of how remote a fear hunger is. It isn't confidence, not total resilience, but some better version of himself that doesn't weigh the damage so heavily against the things that have gone right.

Punchy sees exactly what he knew he'd see - himself, half-naked in bed with a superheroine who's cooing to him how he saved the world and would he like to jump her bones again. Paparazzi waiting outside to clamor for a statement on yet another heroic act, happy children living in a town he helped save, fame, fortune, shaking hands wit the president, shaking hands with Tupac (who is totally alive), respect, pride in himself, and the unshakeable belief that he is not only special, but important, making a difference.

Re: Mine are easy. AND SAD. Except Punchy's his is stupid.

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex will totally show Punchy how to do the 'smoke me a kipper' pose. "You've got brill hair for it!"

[flowerglow.livejournal.com]

[ It should come as no surprise that Rapunzel sees herself watching the lanterns live and in person. They're as beautiful as she imagined them. No stress. No having to break mother's heart to do it. Just utter and complete bliss knowing she saw the one true thing she have always wanted to see... ]

[thisclinchesit]

[Shoutarou sees himself taking down the sign outside the Narumi Detective Agency back in Fuuto - a world where his services as a detective and a Kamen Rider are not needed. A world where no-one in Fuuto cries, and he lives out the rest of his days in peace with Philip, Akiko, Terui and the others.]

[Half-boiled as he is, he bows his head at the mirror, pulling his hat down just a bit.]

_{Someday, Boss, I'll make it happen...}

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

[ She can't help but peer a little curiously at Shoutarou, tilting her head a little. ]

What did you see?

[thisclinchesit]

[Oh crap, caught being emotional. Time to play it cool...]

Ah... Fuuto was peaceful - Philip, Terui and I weren't needed.

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

[ Hoshi sees herself, grown up and with a family of her own of some kind. She's retired her beyblade to her children and is now a successful chef with her father retired with honor from the JGSDF and her mother happy and vibrant.

Volkov is still in prison, where he belongs and everyone is happy and as healthy as they could be with no strife to worry about. ]

...One day... That will definitely happen. [ She rests a hand against the mirror and places her head against it. Seeing that helps restore her fighting spirit to actually make it happen. ]

[governorkang]

Kang sees his mate Fonrar standing next to him, and their four children, barely a month old, scuffling playfully in the dirt. Behind him is Teyr, intact, and full of draconians of all ages and both sexes, not just adult males. His old regiment stands at attention, most of them now members of the Corp of Engineers, along with General Slith, the other girls and their mates.

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Mindy stared into the mirror. She had no idea what she would see, actually, because really, what did she really desire? Even the idea of it was sort of silly to her.

But once she saw what was forming, it was unmistakable, and she knew well enough who it was: she should have known who it was from the start. She exhaled a moment, then stared back, bringing her hand to the mirror. She was glad there was no one around: she could cry, at least a little, and let a small sob, just one.

"Daddy," she whispered, seeing him as him, not as big daddy: simple, strong and still taking her out for ice cream one last time.

[magicgunworks.livejournal.com]

Mami sees herself, surrounded by people. Madoka, Sayaka, some of her classmates and various other kids her age... even Homura and Kyouko Sakura. They're all chatting happily, laughing and joking around, just like normal middle-schoolers should be. And off to the side, her parents are watching over them, loving smiles on both their faces.

Friends. Family. People who love her and care about her. A normal life. What more could a magical girl caught in the icy grip of loneliness want?

[8wings.livejournal.com]

She looked into the mirror and saw a metal garden. Glowing holographic grass, trees and flowers and arching trellises all crafted from the most costly metals, every leaf and branch and vine a masterwork, decorated with exquisite gems in every color imaginable. Tiny robot birds flew from branch to branch, their songs mingling in an endless stream of music; robot insects soared on crystal wings, their camera eyes watching everything, their venomous stingers ready to attack any intruder. Shaven slaves stood at attention, or bore trays of sumptuous foods, or waved fans to stir the air. Around the garden were metal walls, force-field barriers, repulsor grids, the protection of a modern fortress. And the fortress was there as well, standing tall and proud, beauty and strength perfectly mingled.

She saw herself, dressed in the elaborate robes of the Living People, her long hair bound with golden ribbons and elaborate hairpins. She commanded the slaves with a glance and a gesture, sending one here with iced drinks, one there to serve as a footstool. And Eri! Her Eri, he was there, he was alive, tall and strong, blond hair gleaming in the sunlight; and they stood arm in arm, glancing at each other with the loving warmth of a long-married couple.

There were children playing, laughing, practicing their lessons in grace and bearing; and the Children's Cage was full of swift leaping shapes. So many children, hers and Eri's....

No. No! None of this was-

"No!" she finally ground out, covering her eyes as though to avoid a burning light. No, she couldn't want that, not after everything she'd done to escape that life. In her heart of hearts, was she willing to give up everything to become a dutiful wife in a golden cage, borne along by the poisoned power of the Ninth Empire?

"No...."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae looks into the mirror and sees nothing. As it should be, as everyone ever wanted in the first place. She had no place in the world, just as Yogg told her and showed her, just as the souls from Shadowmourne echoed, and just as they wanted her to truly believe was the truth. She walks away with a shrug having expected nothing different, that was the way things were.