Poor John Rogers. He’s gotta be feeling like a writer for The Onion trying to make an entertaining show about justice in an unjust world, and it all just. Keeps. Getting. Worse.
my favourite thing about the magnus archives is that no one fucking knows anything. they’re all like “hey, what if we make a fire baby because somehow that will help,” “what if we throw a dance party for a bunch of PoWs,” “what if we run around a jungle for hundreds of years like a bunch of turds” and everyone just takes it in stride. “aw, fuck, man, our fire baby messiah got soulbonded to a librarian and it ruined our plans.” Did it? Did it Arthur? What plan? since when has anyone in the magnus archives ever had a plan? they all just read a book by some bitchy dude in 19th century London and were like “well, he seems to know his shit, let’s give these ritual things a try.”
sometimes i forget my characters are transgender but not that they like physically are trans i just forget that thats considered like a defining quality. like i dont remember being trans is a thing. to me a boy has boobs sometimes and thats just how it is