Obsessed with the DC tourist asking for clubs with a âno ugly people allowedâ policy that plays house
Is this person NYC or LA? Place your bets
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[[ Absolutely open to writing Myron in different time periods btw if you need me to, 70s, 80s, even as far back as the Victorian era. ( The thought... of Victorian era Myron is somehow a bit funny to me but he can pull it off-- ) Because Myron's weird "clay-like plastic surgery" is actually partially inspired by the way archaic plastic surgery used to look. He's a little better at it than most, but it fits him to be some kind of plastic surgery innovator gone mad. Just let me know if your muse can't be in modern day, I won't mind! ]]
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draw mirror man for instant karma!!! jk. but I kind of get why Tumblr people love him so much now. his mirrors are VERY VERY fun to draw.
anyway. I drew what I imagined to be the dynamic of Opal's ma and pa. It's quite unhealthy at both ways, but they tolerate each other just enough to stay together for some reason.
We need a couple counseling AU I think
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hey hey hey psst, I'm gonna try to write this dork when I get back from class.
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@drgaslight || The doctor will see you now!
" And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need, And I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek... "
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@ithas || The doctor will see you now!
" The-the-the-- the trouble is... It's just so obvious! I still see all the lines of surgery remnants where I cut away and left the flaws behind in the ether... "
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hey hey hey psst, I'm gonna try to write this dork when I get back from class.
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hey hey hey psst, I'm gonna try to write this dork when I get back from class.
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{{ There's so many. Dramatic moments in my mind now though haha--
Like the thought of Myron directing his unhinged temper at another doctor not because his pride is hurt for once but earnestly because he's freaking out over his daughter not waking up, and it's YOUR fault, you're the neurologist, and definitely not my fault for not paying attention when she confided her worsening state in me, her father-- aaaa
And the thought that Myron after corrupting doesn't kill kids but just keeps them in the waiting room or wants to turn them into adults is because he's mixing them up with Claire in his mind and he absolutely at one point told Claire it gets better when you're older so he's like-- ah yes, graft on the skin to make her an adult and the nightmares end đ not remotely registering how many layers of not making sense he's on
AND THE THOUGHT of him actually stumbling upon Claire again, or she goes back to find him, and she hasn't died or woken up yet, and the way his monstrous form would knock over objects and crawl up walls desperately trying to catch her and it's LIKE a terrible distortion of the scene in the OPAL short itself where she's chased and the family is banging on her door to get in.
Ok i'm done.
Its out of my system haha }}
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[[ SO... LN is infinitely forever vague in how anything works, but I'm wondering how to work in Claire a bit more concretely into how Myron's monsterfication happens...
because Claire must be a child who could see nightmares, not a nightmare born child, because she definitely is afraid of her weird, distorted family... so the question is... is Myron and everybody a nightmare that reflects her family or is Myron literally her father taken to the nightmare world and he simply got assimilated into it? I feel like it has to be literally her father, because nightmare myron knows who claire is and keeps her and his wife's photo in his office, a picture of his wife before and after her addictions, a baby picture of him pre-mirrors holding Claire, and a modern picture of Claire. But I don't think...... nightmares are literally nightmares in that way? As in they might be influenced by the child dreaming but not direct manifestations of specific people.... ( Although I'm not sure? The hanging doctor seems like he was kind of mentioned in the real world? But that's kind of a headcanon theory... )
So ok stay with me. I'm using my ADHD to rapidfire thought relation this into existence-- So the podcast references that children who endure nightmares feel parts of themselves erode, they become a bit mentally unwell in some way, they lose something. What if seeing nightmares runs in the family, but the adults endured their nightmares and outgrew it, but it left them with their extremely unhealthy habits. Myron developed severe body dysmorphia-- something mentioned in the podcast at that-- but still had a child and became a doctor. And maybe being a doctor, his line of work allowed him to be near his daughter during treatment for her nightmares more than the others and it managed to get him trapped in the nightmare world-- probably while attempting to get ahold of his daughter, perhaps even trying to save her ( I'll... give mirror man the benefit of the doubt to assume that in the event of life or death he would at least make... An Attempt to save his daughter lmao-- ) but his natural vices made it easy for him to be corrupted by nightmares. Does that..... seem like a reasonable past...? Maybe.
I'll have to see how this podcast ends as well! I'll have to see what happens when an adult gets put in the Nowhere, but I'm 90% sure adults turn into a monster, that doctor is going to turn into something really awful I'm betting you. ]]
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[[ HI HELLO HI HEY THERE
SO LITTLE NIGHTMARES HUH
Ok, am I just going to manifest from thin air like I wasn't gone for 3 months? Um... unfortunately, kinda? A bit. I'm so sorry. Same exact reason I left last time, this blog is never getting deleted it just has insanely long hiatus at unpredictable days BUT--
Guess whose holding up and vibrating their Little Nightmares verse~?
I'm most absolutely obsessed with the podcast, of course, because I was immediately happy the second I heard the nightmare creatures actually talk, and talk a fair bit. Which means yayy me depicting Myron as a very talkative nightmare isn't just a canon divergence for RP sake then! Love to hear it! And to have a better reference for how these nightmares talk! He's definitely closest to the lonely mall monster in speaking, but it's nice to know it is reasonable to depict him this way.
Weird voice distortions and impossible tone shifts? Very common. Eerily friendly but erratic and unnatural cadence? On brand!
Anyways-- I'm sorry if the following posts are just me rambling while I try to figure out the lore of this game- ]]
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[[ Just letting you all know I am, in fact, still here and alive, I'm just doing college stuff. Still lurking though! Feel free to send asks or interact whenever, I'll be around ! ]]
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[[ The interesting detail of Myron's desire to not just give his patients a permanent botox smile but also himself, as if to say unhappiness isn't pretty, including his own. Just an interesting detail..... ]]
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Their apology is taken as a given, something expected, so it seems to have no effect on his temper beyond keeping it at his current pace, petty enough to slam open and shut plastic cabinets, eyes locked on the task. Even without his mirrors he did really prefer not to look at them-- those big, tired eyes. They were a bit older than her, but...
" No, yeah! Definitely, Sure-- let me just... waltz out there, a half finished monstrosity without any of my equipment! Let's go to a park, why not? Maybe scare a few kids with my ugly, disgusting -- There it is! "
His pleasant tone returns as the hand mirror is found, abruptly as he stops fighting his plastic smile and returns to a calm, natural expression. He was nearly beginning to forget what he looked like! So maybe ugly was harsh. He's a work in progress... He feathers out his hair just right, checks his profile, and fixes his open-chested collar with a clear of his throat. Then he turns the mirror to include them in it behind him.
He scoffs.
" Hey-- kids don't play with glass. " He comes up to them, eyes still firmly on the dark wood hand mirror in his grip. He raises a hand and curls in the fingers in little flicks to imply he wants them to hand it over. " Gee, did no one teach you that one eithe-- Uh. Hm. " His snarking tone catches in a sudden frown. Or something attempting to be one, as he recognizes the all too familiar color of red starting to bloom on their knee. Right... he let a child kneel down on top of a glass covered floor.
" Look... I really need to replace my mirrors but... can I patch up that knee before ya go, kiddo? " He sighs. " A little... cartoon band-aid and some disinfectant? Not exactly a good look having you leave my clinic with a bloody knee. " He bitterly chuckles. He's joking. Mostly.
He  fumbles  aback  at  being  scorned for  'staring', eyes  darting  around  the  room  at  the  shattered  glass.  Gee,  there  were  plenty  of  mirrors  in  the  world.  He  wondered  if  the  strange  man  ever  stopped  looking  into  them.  " Sorry,  sir,  I  didn't  mean  to- "
The  face  revealed  to  him  was  not  one  he  had  expected  though  Orel  isn't  shallow  nor  judgemental  as  his  mother  would  have  been towards @mirrormania.
â Gosh,... your  day's  ruined  over  your  mirrors ?  I'm  sure  that  if  you  stepped  outside  you'd  see  the  best  reflection in  the world ! ...Which  uh,  golly,  well  it  is  actually  the  world refelcted in of  itself! â Fingers  fumbled  at  the  creases  in  his  sleeve. Orel  felt  sorry  enough  for  him.
Kneeling  down,  gently,  a  sudden  impact  to  his  hunting  knee  would  ever  be  a  passable  move. He  picks  up  one  of  the  glass  shards, a  bit  of glass  grazing  the  scuff  of  the  knee  of  his  pants  and  ever  so  slightly  bloodying  it. It  was  his  better  leg  and  it  was  nothing  serious. Orel  doesn't  even  react.
â  You  know  you  could  see  yourself  in  the  shards  of  glass.  â  He  holds  the  piece  up  to make  his  point.  Jaggered  edges  slightly  puncturing  skin. / cont
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" A fellow doctor? It is a pleasure. What's your specialty? " One of the mirrors, once a piercing blue eye, now reflects a blinding white smile, prettier than a gameshow host, as he welcomes the handshake. However, there's a beat of silent pause when they reject his services. His mirror inverts his botox smile into a frown just before it flips back to an eye.
" Just stopping by? Oh- I get it... Scoping out the competition, huh? I kid. " An entirely too pleasant laugh. A hand finds his hip, another rests curled near eloquently in the air. Flamboyant, yes, but posturing above all. Hard not to pose when you're constantly looking at yourself. When they look to his reflection, the eyes always meet his gaze. But what they say last causes another laugh. Slightly sharper, still pleasant.
" Oh, this? Sorry, I'm afraid you've caught me multi-tasking. I really can't take my eyes off my face, I'm trying a new facelift treatment and I just-- if I see even a micrometer of movement, I have to course correct, y'know? This things a life saver-- can't imagine working without it nowadays... "
â @mirrormania resumed from x
A faint hum passed his lips, accompanied by a slight head tilt, at the sight that appeared before him. He meets the gaze of the eye in the mirror for a moment before watching the stranger approach him. Interesting, was the only word that came to mind in this moment. His composure remained unflinching as the man stopped in front of him, a hand offered out to him. "Dr. Manfred." He echoed, his eyes moving down to the polished hand before looking back up at the clusters of mirrors that shrouded his face.
"Dr. Lecter. It is a pleasure meeting you." He continued, straightening his neck and accepting the hand with a firm shake, looking to one of the mirrors where he assume the man's head may be. "Thank you, but I have no need for any services today. I was simply in the neighborhood stopping by." A pause. The doctor's gaze moved to another one of the man's mirrors. "Is this gadget apart of your treatment for patients?" His eyes shifts to yet another mirror. "Or to hide yourself? Quite rude to not speak to a man face to face, wouldn't you say?"
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