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moonlightshaiku · 3 months

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Comfort Among the Living

Time x Reader

Word Count: 2873

Warnings: nightmares, implied traumatic events

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Teehee silly clock man

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You slink out of the bed, jerking away from it, watching warily. It feels dangerous. Perhaps if you leave the room, where the dream transpired, the danger will be gone.

You don't wait, just sling open your door and run out, checking behind you. You feel childish, and underdressed. But you feel them at your neck, just a breath away. Your safe space has been taken and replaced with where you once were, where you suffered, exaggerated and made more disturbing through your mind.

The fact that it was a dream matters not. This castle feels like your home. It feels unsafe. Your feet make a loud sound against stone as you walk, and you jerk, look over your shoulder. They'll find you, you feel. But you know they won't. They're not here. They've never been here, nor do they have any idea of where you are. But you feel their cold hands at your back, sinking their fingers into your skin. It hurts, and you travel forward faster.

The arches of your feet ache from the cold, and your heels burn from the hard ground. You don't dare look at them, or slow. You just hug yourself, in your thin tights and drawstring shirt, and continue forward.

You have no plan on where to go. You know that people are safe. That the Seconds and Wilkins are safe, as is Time. But you do not know where they are, and you would not be able to explain your panic.

You head to the only other place you can think of. Hoping for presence, but checking around corners in fear of anyone seeing you. So small, childish and afraid. The thoughts make your cheeks warm in an unpleasant way.

Across from the Hall of the Living is dark and gloomy. Time sees peace in it, he's told you. And you have too, at times. Now it seems too dark.

You rush into the Hall of the Living, thinking of closing the gates behind you. Making sure you're safe. But they're loud, you can't help but worry. Time will be mad, and it'll make your skin crawl.

You walk slowly back to the gate, checking either side of the hallway for anyone. When you see no one, you slip your fingers through the intricate designs, and slowly swing one side of the gate closed, and then the other. It creaks, but not too loudly. Just enough to make you check over your shoulder, and remind yourself to breathe. Once the gate is closed and latched, though not enough to keep anyone out, it makes you feel more secure.

You walk to the end of the platform, watching each pocket watch as you pass. Reading each name. Right before you reach the end, you sit. It's not as cold here. Still colder than bearable in your lack of clothing, but enough to make you feel less afraid. You wonder if it's the light, and then you wonder where the light comes from. You stare up and ahead, squinting. Your eyes have barely adjusted to the room, and it's much brighter the farther you look.

You curl in on yourself. You can't feel the light here like you can the sun, but you're aware it's there. It's still uncanny, but comforting and familiar.

Time had told you, once, on one of his softer days, that when two people started a relationship, their pocket watches would sometimes align. They wouldn't live longer, or tick at the same beat, but their chair would shorten or lengthen, and they would sit beside one another in this hall.

Time had admitted another night, this one dreary with the death of multiple people, that he did not have a clock in the Hall of the Living. And, therefore, his and Iracebeth's could not line up. He said that was how he knew people were made for each other. If they aligned. Because they often didn't. He had also said that he didn't think he'd take another chance like he did with Iracebeth. He did not help her, nor make her happy. Her sister did that.

You'd tried to console him, but had no words left. He was an immortal taking a chance on a mortal. It went badly. You doubt he'd try again for a long, long time. But you had faith in him and his decisions, and told him as such, and he had thanked you solemnly.

You hear the gate creak. You jerk around. All the feeling of safety you had gathered is gone. You jerk to your feet as Time pushes the gate, and slips through the small opening.

"I trust you were not making trouble?" He glances around the hall. He'd know if you were. He'd feel it, or hear it, you're sure.

You nod, quick and jerk. He does not look angry, it is very obvious when he is angry. But you doubt yourself. Perhaps he is. Perhaps he just wants to be gentle with you. He'll send you to stay with Mirana or the Hatter until you can find your way back home.

"I'm sorry." You say quickly. Hopeful that it'll improve things, loosen your chest and quiet whatever enviable anger he has towards you.

He shakes his head. "You have done nothing to apologize for." He steps closer, slowly. He's no longer wearing his hat, and his bun is messy. It often happens when he's not taken a break to freshen up, or been working for a long amount of time. "What is wrong, my dear?" His voice is soft, but matter-of-fact. He'd like an answer

He's concerned, you tell yourself, not angry. But you don't know how to reply. Your fear is replaced with a rabid anxiety, eating away at your thoughts and words. He puts his hand to your back, and you jerk just slightly, shake your head, desperate to communicate what jumbled in your brain. He takes his hand away, and his eyebrows pull in.

He's concerned. You've worried him. If you would've stayed in your room, you wouldn't have worried him. You have so much to do and explain and fix, and not enough words to start, much less finish. You have no energy to open your mouth. No energy to think. You want to sleep again, but the thought of your room makes your stomach sink.

"Sorry." You say again, because it's the only thing you can reliably say. That will make sense. That will convey anything worth conveying. He shakes his head. You keep your sight on his eyebrows, not his eyes.

He sits, slowly and carefully, right by where you once were. He looks across the clocks, admires them with a bitter joy. He holds his hand out, to help lower you down. When you put your hand on his, he doesn't bend his fingers or take your hand. He just leaves it as a crutch, a support. You sit beside him, follow his gaze.

"Life is unpredictable." He says. "I am, too, in some ways. You can count that 12 o'clock will come, but not that you will make it there. Often, people do not believe in the unpredictable parts of me. They believe that if they do enough, or love hard enough, they will escape. They will not tick their last tock. And yet, they do."

He looks calm, lets himself slouch. "I like to watch the watches, the people. The chains lengthen and shorten, change place, move. It is hard to see, as it happens so slowly. So many choices that lead to their destination. And then I must end it when they chime. But they are at peace, I know, and that comforts me. I like to think I have my own, in some room I have yet to find. I would like to see it twist and turn, if it does. If my life has ever changed direction. Or perhaps I am stuck as I am. Perhaps immortality comes with the price of recurrency."

You rub your hands up and down your arms as you look across the pocket watches. Shining and golden, reflective of the light. "Perhaps you have the clock. And it is not repetitive. Not all the time. Alice took the chronosphere, and your rhythm changed. Perhaps you need to search for variety to find it, to change your direction."

He hums, and nods. "Yes. But at the price of time itself, that is something I cannot afford. Perhaps I must forfeit variety for the consistency of other's."

"Maybe the price of immortality is the choice between variety and recurrency. Not the lack of either."

He hums again. "Perhaps."

He goes silent, and stays seated. You find him watching you more so than listening to the ticking of the clocks. But you try to see them shifting. Look up as high as you can and try to see the chains move. "Do they ever move quickly? I can imagine they do, with big decisions and changes."

"Hm. Yes. The Hatter's does often. Though it rotates more in a circle. Constant change in directions with no true direction stuck to. Until Alice's last visit. His family seems to be pulling him out of the cycle. Once he finds and fulfills what he was meant to do, I'm sure his countdown will start, and then he, too, will be gone."

"Huh." You're quiet, now. Out of questions, knees to your chest, feet cold.

"May I ask why you are awake?" He's gentle in his question. Quiet and careful.

"I have nightmares. About things that have never happened, or things that have, just worse. It makes me feel unsafe. I am not sure how… familiar you are."

His hand hovers over your back, and when you do not move, he strokes it gently, up and down. "Iracebeth had them rather often, but woke up angry rather than… feeling unsafe. But she resolved them."

You slouch, curl in on yourself a little bit more. He brings his hand up, strokes a little firmer along your shoulder blades. "Mine can't be resolved. Maybe. Over years, possibly. But I doubt it." You shiver. This hall is no longer warming you. The cold has soaked into your bones, and the adrenaline has drained. You are tired, but your room still feels unwelcoming.

"I understand." He says gently. "And that is okay. They cannot be resolved, perhaps, but helped."

You give a shrug. "I guess that is true. Not sure how. But, it's fine. I'll probably just end up sleeping in a bit."

"Would company help? As you sleep? I have a couch in my office, though I have no bed I could offer."

You don't feel brave. You never feel brave, if you are being truthful. You simply just grapple for purchase on an ever-rising cliff. You simply want to survive, your heart to beat at a rhythm that suits you. Your tiredness makes this need for survival apathetic, it makes you more needy, longing for what you want. Or, perhaps, what you need. But you've never been able to differentiate needs and wants.

Needs are water and food. Sleep is debatable. Everything else can be supplemented and dealt with when in depression.

"May I ask for something?" You ask this quietly, your voice worn and raw despite being mostly unused.

"Of course," is Time's reply, his attention on you no longer sheepish or hidden. He watches your expression, your motion.

"May I lay on you?" You would like comfort. Warm, and skin. You would like to be held, but you do not say it, for it is not a need. It is not a singular person's job to provide that. And they will only provide it if they would like it too, even if they want it to quiet you.

"Of course," He repeats, but it is no comfort. He is trying to help. You make no move to initiate. It is a test, of sorts, to see if he is truly willing. Willing to do the closest thing you allow yourself to have to being held. He does not move, your heart feels heavy.

He looks into the distance for a few moments, and you wonder what he is thinking, if he will ask. You wonder what will hurt more, his question or his silence. "Give me a moment." He says, finally, and it startles you.

He stands, and walks towards the gate. You briefly think that he will leave, and not return. That whatever glimpses you previously saw of him will lessen. But if he wanted to leave, he would not have spoken. That much makes sense, so much so that your curiosity overrides your anxiety, and you watch him.

He takes something off his shoulders, the thing that gives him the hourglass shape. You don't quite know what to call it. A jacket? Obnoxious shoulder pads? Under he has a large sort of cape. He takes that off, as well, and is left in a button-down and a vest. You can see, layers shed, that his pockets are filled and bulging. You wonder what fills his pockets. What he holds so close and stuff his pockets with.

He leaves his shoulder pads leaned on the gate, but brings his cape as he approaches you again. Sitting where he once was, he adjusts his neck and groans. "My neck has not been serviced in a long time. Perhaps Wilkins should take a look at it." He turns his head again, it creaks.

Gently, slowly, he throws his cape over your shoulders. It's warm, and the heat seeps into you like dulled sewing needles. You twitch, but grab the side and pull it to you. It's comforting, and makes your eyes heavy. Time slips under the other side of the cape, his hand running under the fabric and caressing your shoulder, pulling you into him.

He adjusts the cape, keeping you both sufficiently covered, and then relaxes his arms around your torso. He holds you, and you nearly weep. He is warm, his body making a steady mechanical noise. If you had the energy to listen, you could pick out the sound of each gear and vein in his body. You lay your head on him, your ear warming. You hadn't realized your ears were so cold. You touch the other one. The cape falls away, no longer in your grip, and Time retrieves it, wrapping it back around you before you feel the cold.

You're tired, and you long for more comfort. You're grateful, but want to be engulfed whole. Fall into the endless abyss of a too-soft bed. Suffocate in the softness of skin and fabric. You twist, and bury your head into his chest. He smells like paper and sugar and oil, distinct and strange and new. He smells like old couches and lemon candies covered in powdered sugar. You breathe him in, and your bones loosen.

He rubs your back, and pulls you in. The world goes dark as you're pulled into the dark cave of him and his coat. You breathe. "Thank you." Your voice is soft, softer than you're used to hearing. Not happy in that tight way, or rough and unused, or soft with face care. It's sleepy and careless and loose as the rest of you.

You expect him to pull away, now that you've thanked him. The thanks means you've been fixed, that he may now leave you alone, assured that he's helpful while you sit alone with your degrading brain again. Your shoulders tighten, and you miss your calm. You count the seconds, try to soak him in with the time you have left. But he does not move.

He runs his hands over your back again. Gentle but firm, over your shoulder blades, willing them to again let go. But you cannot take it from your mind. When will he leave?

"How long will you stay here?" You ask.

"For my life, if I could. Until Time is no longer needed, if it was what you needed, my dear."

"I am afraid to ask for things. For comfort." He holds you closer.

"Your comfort is mine, as is your discomfort. Would you like me to ask for things, as well? There are many things I would like to ask for. Though not all of them for here. Not all of them for now." You nod into his chest, and he runs human fingers through your hair, pulling on your scalp in a way that makes your body melt.

"Will you sit in my lap?" He seems shy at the request. "So I may hold you properly?"

You push yourself up on still arms rather than replying. He forgets the cape in favor of helping you into his lap, pulling you to him. Then he covers you both. Holds you as you fold up, squeezes you and breathes in your hair.

"I have one more request for tonight." He looks hopeful at you, saturated eyes wide and eyebrows pulled in.

You nod, smile, aware it's small, but not with energy for much more.

"Sleep here, on me." He asks. "Please."

You lay your head to his chest, and close your eyes, already sinking. "Yes."

#alice through the looking glass #attlg #time x reader #time x you #alice in wonderland #alice kingsleigh #nightmares #hurt/comfort #gender neutral reader

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gochena · 8 months

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Such a lovely couple💗

#attlg #iracebeth #red queen #alice through the looking glass #time #alice in wonderland

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lively-run-away · 2 months

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ah these are some art i made of the red side pieces from Alice through the looking glass. not all of them but ones that i was able to think of a design. they were kinda rushed since they were made for a sticker set design for a friend group stall for a local art mart. it was always my dream to make stickers of these. the final versions weren't perfect but there is always next time. might even add more characters to the next version and clean up some of the designs. characters are in right to left: red queen, red king, talking flowers, the crow, the lion, humpty dumpty, the walrus and the carpenter!

#alice in wonderland #alice through the looking glass #my art #why did i make a design for the crow who was only meantioned a few times in two paragraphs? because i like crows #and the describtion of it being tar black was interesting #the talking flowers were my most poorly designed but there weren't that many interesting characters on the red piece list #like the frog wasn't much and the old man was fewer. i was about to drag the wasp from the cut out chapter to replace the old man #eh next time i guess

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elizabeth-dicewielder · 26 days

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Which adaptation of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland do you consider to be the best and which is the worst?

Okay well first this really depends on what you want out of an adaptation. Are you looking for a faithful retelling of the book? Are you looking for a story centered on a different character? Are you looking for a different story set in the same world? Are you looking to completely alter the story?

In my opinion, the most faithful adaptation is easily the 1951 animated Disney movie “Alice in Wonderland.” There are definitely some differences between the book and the movie: they left out some scenes, there are a couple scenes they threw in from Through the Looking Glass, and I feel like Alice was somewhat less obviously intelligent, but most of those I feel are just going to happen when you transition mediums. The book is not a cohesive story in any way, which doesn’t work as well in a movie format, so it makes sense why they moved stuff around. I think they also chose to focus on the most iconic characters from the book duology, which I can respect. And then in terms of Alice’s intelligence, so much of that in the book comes from Alice’s thought processes and the narrator’s commentary, which are difficult to translate into film. And these also don’t bother me so much especially because the movie does not claim to be the original book. It is not “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” it is “Alice in Wonderland,” a summary of the two.

It also has little aspects of the books that it left out thrown into the scenery here and there, blink and you miss it if you aren’t familiar with the books types of things. But fundamentally the movie maintains the right vibes and story of the book. Wonderland is, at its core, whimsical. Confusing and fucked up and dangerous, sure, but whimsical and colorful. Alice is the only one making any sense and she knows it. She’s young and self-assured, and even when she’s crying and freaked out she picks herself up and moves on. And the way that she talks to herself is very consistent with the book. Overall dialogue, setting, characters, and spirit are an incredibly faithful and entertaining adaptation of the book. So yeah, 1950s Disney Alice in Wonderland is easily the best.

And then. And then there’s the Tim Burton movies.

Okay if you like the Tim Burton movies, go off. I know many people enjoy them. But they are an absolutely wretched adaptation.

I haven’t seen them in a while (thank god) but this is just the shit off the top of my head:

Why is the lighting and coloring so dark??? They removed all the whimsy!! This world is not Wonderland. It is completely unrecognizable.

The Mad Hatter is too sane and the Cheshire Cat is too creepy.

WHY are the RED QUEEN and the QUEEN OF HEARTS the SAME PERSON??? Does Tim Burton not know the difference between CARDS and CHESS????? This particular point actually infuriates me so much, particularly because it is a complete character assassination of the Red Queen. Wtf is this weird war bullshit. The Red Queen and the White Queen are FRIENDS. And they make Alice a queen with them! They invite her to tea and the three queens have tea together. This is just… so egregious. No other character is so horribly misrepresented.

I personally think the concept of Jabberwocky being a prophecy is a little weird and unnecessary, it’s just a silly little poem that takes up like two pages of Through the Looking Glass, but the fact that they called the monster “the Jabberwocky” rather than “the Jabberwock” is actually unforgivable. It’s “Beware the Jabberwock, my son,” not “Beware the Jabberwocky, my son,” that completely ruins the rhythm of the poem. It’s like calling Odysseus “Odyssey” the entire book. That’s just such a stupid, obvious, and easily avoidable mistake. Like. There’s no way they even read the fucking book.

I’m generally all for feminist retellings of stories, but firstly, that was awful execution, and secondly, it completely distracts from the actual theme of Wonderland. Wonderland is supposed to be a child’s interpretation of the adult world. Everything is weird and fucked up and overwhelming with completely arbitrary rules that no one will explain, and you have to fight to make your voice heard. People tell you that you don’t know the shit you actually do know, and the stuff you learned in school isn’t actually helping you. And abandoning that theme does the world and original story an incredible disservice. Alice is not mistreated in Wonderland because she is a girl, Alice is mistreated in Wonderland because she is a child. And that message is important. There are a lot of stories about acknowledging women’s intelligence and capabilities. There aren’t a lot of stories about acknowledging children’s intelligence and capabilities. I personally think it’s fucked up that they shifted the focus like that.

Overall the movies feel like the writer and director just grabbed all of the most recognizable elements of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and threw it all together in half-hearted story that they knew would get them popularity and money without once thinking critically or even bothering to read the books.

Including a lot of elements from Through the Looking Glass and leaving out the White Knight’s song is criminal.

So those are my thoughts one those adaptations lol. Thank you for the ask!! Read the books if you haven’t, they’re really really fun

#asks #tysm!!!!#alice in wonderland #alice’s adventures in wonderland #through the looking glass #i also really like once upon a time and once upon a time in wonderland’s interpretation of wonderland #it’s not super faithful but that’s the entire point of the franchise so i’m cool with it #they also made alice’s characterization consistent with the book #which i don’t feel the movies did

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bound-up-feelings · 1 year

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hey, lovely! been browsing your page for sometime now and just wanted to say i live for the fics! i would like to request headcanons for Time (Alice Throught the Looking Glass) x Reader where Reader is like Mother Nature (get it? mother nature and father time) and just general stuff (dating, pining, pass times, etc.) and other things like Time helping them through spring equinox and maybe even shenanigans on daylight savings time - please and thank you!

He had been wanting to go on a date with for some time but never could make the time (no pun intented)

He honestly had none. He was always so busy and trying to make sure everything happened when it needed to

But his luck would have it that you weren't as occupied as he seemed to be, and you actually approached him

You didn't ask him on a date, but you did schedule another "coincidence" with him

That's how he saw it. Somehow, when he wanted to see you most, you would just show up out of the blue

He loved it and loved how in tune you were with everything around you

Every being, creature, and nature itself knew you

It all greeted you with a passion and a love that he just adored

When you actually was able to get him out of that dark and sad looking castle, you brought him along with you to see some of your moments in the day

He had no idea that your "job" was such a beauty in itself, and the moment he saw you bring a new life into the world, he's realized how much he really had fallen for you

He loves everything about you, and that actually led him to confessing his infatuation with you

You found it amazing and extremely excited that your feeling and his were mutual

Now dating happens as often as you make it

He takes you places, has given you tours of the entire castle, which took almost a whole week just showing you all the rooms and the purpose of each one

And he isn't too familiar with the outside world, so any outings you both go on, it's mainly to places you know

But he will do everything in his power to make you laugh, smile, giggle, and laugh

He loves watching you laugh and loves how your eyes crinkle at the sides when you smile and loves your laugh

The sound makes his cheeks blush and the cogs in his neck turn extra quickly

And you love that about him, how anytime you say something or do something that expresses how much you love him those cogs will start turning so fast that you're sure he might explode

You also love how blue and vibrant his eyes are

Often, he has actually had to snap you out of your gaze because you've actually gotten lost in his eyes

When you're not getting lost in his eyes and he's not blushing like a maniac, you both love spending time with each other

Most of the time, it's just sitting together talking

He loves talking to you and could listen to you talk about your day all day and would never get tired of hearing your voice

He also has found that you love the helpers (Seconds)

You love those little guys a ton and could spend your whole day just talking to them and laughing at their little shenanigans

And they love you, which is a really good thing

Especially since after everything with Alice, he has a whole new respect for his Seconds and values their opinion on everything

So, them liking you means that you are officially part of his little family

And he hopes that you can say the same about him and his

(Hello. I know it hasn't been a long time by no means but it's too long to not do a request so here I am. I hope you like this. I did like the idea of mother nature and father time. it made a lot of sense, and I loved it.)

#time headcanon #time x reader #time imagines #alice through the looking glass #sacha baron cohen

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thatdamnokie · 11 months

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alice in wonderland: through the looking glass has been out for seven years and i’m still dying to know how iracebeth of all people managed to pull a babe like time??

#personal #uh tags #alice in wonderland: through the looking glass #aiw: through the looking glass #aiw ttlg #aiw: ttlg #ttlg time #time #through the looking glass #iracebeth #the red queen #disney

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violetrose-art · 3 months

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I made some more adjustments to the design of Rosebud, the daughter of Iracebeth the Red Queen and Time

#OC #Iracebeth #Time #Iracebeth x Time #The Red Queen #Red Queen #Redtime #Alice in Wonderland #Alice Through the Looking Glass #Tim Burton #Redesign #My Art

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chessurs-couture · 1 year

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Look at this amazing drawing of time!! (Credits under)

credits to: https://www.deviantart.com/lacteaway

lacteaway on deviant art

#time #attlg #aiw #alice in wonderland #alice through the looking glass #iracebeth #iracebeth of crims #attlg time #deviantart #art #digital art

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clownery-blog · 5 months

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"I hate when movies are too predictable"

Me watching movies that are all based on the same books in which I already know the plots, twists, and endings of

#i love things that are just thinks i like for a second time #it really eases the need to watch something i already like but wanting to watch something new #alice in wonderland #Alice through the looking glass

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bigcats-birds-and-books · 9 months

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Books of 2023. ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND & THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS by Lewis Carroll.

Admittedly, this is a bit of a rabbit hole read (ahaha)--I was planning on bouncing into another novella, but there were SO many Alice in Wonderland references in TINFOIL DOSSIER that I had to bump it up on the list and, yeah, I'm using it as a parallel world point for Driscoll/Marshall divergences.

#photography #my photography #books #book photography #books of 2023 #alice in wonderland #through the looking-glass #lewis carroll #i.....have not actually read this yet lol #i got it when i worked at the bookstore because i was like 'lol i should Actually Read That Someday sure i will take a $1 copy'#so here we are #it also does count for driscoll vibes i think?? weirdly??#and marshall has mentioned it several times in this scene lol #i'm trying to establish how marshall and osbourne are different #and lay groundwork for how marshall and driscoll are different #and the fictional worlds thing is a good way to do that i think!!#i was going to read this last and let it bleed into the nano prep books i have on deck but. instead. i'll read AND THEN I WOKE UP last #(which may also be fitting given the last few lines of LOOKING GLASS lmao)#(again i have not read alice and i only barely remember the movie so......)

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inkblackorchid · 7 months

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So I accidentally went down a rabbit hole on YouTube and long story short ended up on a video about time travel and I just wanted to say that your idea that the Emperors not being able to change the past enough to change their future is actually backed by actual time travel theory that says that no matter what changes you make, history will correct itself so the future ends up staying the same (this is how paradoxes are solved as well). So, uh, even if Paradox had succeeded, Duel Monsters would have continued somehow. Even if ZONE had succeeded in destroying the city, the apocalypse *still* would have happened. Which...depending on how you look at it could actually be depressing when you realize that that *could* mean that Yusei can't change that future either. (OR it could mean that he still can because he's not trying to change things via time travel. Like, this is still his future. If that makes sense.) Anyway. Just thought I'd throw that fun tidbit at you (provided you didn't know that already anyway 😅).

Oh, that's neat! I had no idea it was an actual, genuine part of time travel theory—I personally knew this method of handling time travel from a different piece of fiction and a couple of videos on the topic (from a writing perspective) on youtube, and it's probably my favourite way to handle the topic in general, because as interesting as devastating-butterfly-effect-risk-in-every-action time travel is, I just enjoy the internal consistency of people from the future not actually being able to affect the past. (There's also something to be said about the message it sends, of course. Something something "don't try to change the past by brute force, learn to accept the present and look towards the future, which is still open to you, instead".)

As for how this specific version of time travel would affect 5Ds, I think that depends on which school of thought, so to say, you belong to. As you said, there's two options here. Personally, I'd interpret it in the second way you suggested, meaning that the Emperors of Iliaster cannot change their future by going back to the past, but because the past is the present for Yusei and the others, they can change the future. (Of course, if you take this a step further, this would mean that the Iliaster "present" and Team 5Ds' future aren't actually the same thing, which, in turn, would suggest multiple timelines that are all self-contained and internally consistent, I think? This is the part where that method gets complicated.) But on a purely technical level, the more depressing option would also be internally consistent, in that the future stays ruined anyway, no matter what anyone does. Given the tone of 5Ds' ending, I'd go as far as saying that at least where the show is concerned, this isn't canon, though. (Which is not to say that anyone who might wish to write it in that manner shouldn't do so; please do.)

One way or another, I think it's a neat concept and it's interesting to hear that it's part of actual time travel theory.

#yugioh 5ds #time travel #iliaster #the “different piece of fiction” was the movie alice through the looking glass if anyone was interested #which is... not exactly the pinnacle of cinema tbh #but we went to see it on a class trip in high school and its execution of time travel stuck with me #*shrugs*#ask the orchid #thanks for the ask!

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