I sort of love that Van is reliably a dick to Jackie the whole time they’re in the woods. This is a character with a reputation for being sunshine, but Jackie left her for dead ONE TIME and that lesbian was like “fuck it, it’s on sight for the rest of eternity.”
There’s an alternate reality where Jackie survives to be rescued, and Van rolls up 25 years later with booze to share with everyone, “except you. You know what you did.”
the way κηδεύω (lit. "to care for") can mean both "to marry" and "to bury"... κῆδος really is the source of the best and most pointed puns in greek tragedy
medea calls herself ᾗ χρῆν... νύμφῃ τε κηδεύουσαν ἥδεσθαι σέθεν "the one who should have delighted in *caring for* your bride" which means "connecting myself to her through your marriage" and also "overseeing her marriage to you" and also "tending to her dead body"
Composer/Lyricist: Minato Takano (main writer of Kingohger)
Arrangement: Kohji Mizuguchi
Artist: Hitomi Yoshida
Note: *(もふもふ/MofuMofu = fluffy) // to the best of my ability a sing-along version. See literal/romanji/original kana under cut.
Moffun Mofu MofuMofu*
Moffufu MofuMofu
See my body, puff and fluffy
Hear my words, sharper than thorns
For ever, now and all eternity
Moffun and us all
There’s nowhere to go
Moffun Mofu MofuMofu
Moffufu MofuMofu
Though my fur is white as snow
If you cross me, it'll get bloody
Human kind is my best of friends
Moffun and us all
I won't let you go
Moffun Mofu Mofu (repeat)
Moffun Mofu Mofu (repeat)
Moffun, I love you! (repeat)
I can't hear you (repeat)
Are you messing with me? (Moffun, I love you!)
with Moffun, together 'til the end of our lives!
Moffun Mofu MofuMofu
Moffufu MofuMofu
Hug, come close my dear, it's warm and nice
Inside my heart, it's colder than ice
Bye Bye so what, I don't wanna say
Moffun and us all
There is no way home
There's nowhere to go
I won't let you go
There is no way home
Moffun and us all~!
Literal translation. *(もふもふ/MofuMofu = fluffy)
Moffun Mofu MofuMofu*
Moffufu MofuMofu
[my] body is fluffy
[my] words are sharp
Always and forever
Together with Moffun
You can't escape anymore
Moffun Mofu MofuMofu
Moffufu MofuMofu
[my] body is all white
If [I] get angry, it will be bloody
Humans are friends
Together with Moffun
I won't let go anymore
Moffun MofuMofu (repeat)
Moffun MofuMofu (repeat)
I love Moffun! (repeat)
I can't hear you (repeat)
Are you messing with me? (I love Moffun!)
[I] want to be with Moffun until death
Moffun Mofu MofuMofu
Moffufu MofuMofu
If you hug [me] tight, it is warm
[my] heart is cold and callous
[I] don't want to say words like bye bye
Together with Moffun
You can't go back anymore
You can't escape anymore
I won't let you go anymore
You can't go back anymore
Together with Moffun
Romanji.
MoffunMofu MofuMofu
Moffufu MofuMofu
Karada wa MofuMofu
Kotoba wa TogeToge
Zutto Towani-Itsumademo
Moffun to Issho
Mou Nigasa-nai
MoffunMofu MofuMofu
Moffufu MofuMofu
Karada wa Masshiro
Okoru-to Chimidoro
Ninngennsann wa Otomodachi
Moffun to Issho
Mou Hanasa-nai
personal favorite headcanon: totems don’t just ‘heal’ you. They fill every scar, every open wound, with gold. They knit you back together Wrong, and it doesn’t just extend to the injury that killed you, it knows Everything. Even long-faded scars are back, brighter and bigger than they were when they first healed, shimmering bronze in the green light of resurrection. They’re a soul-deep instance of the craft of kinsugi: you come back better, in one sense of the word, but you do not come back the same, and whatever dictates ‘better’ does not care to hide or soften your history of suffering like your body does. Every loss, every slip, every pain is magnified and glorified, until they are all most people can see of you. You become, in entirety, what you have survived. Your death becomes your identity. (Are you really even revived?)
Elaboration on my personal favorite headcanon: Techno’s execution was the first time he’d ever had to use a totem.
He’s an old thing, be he god or man: he’s never died. But he has fought. He has fallen. He has held himself together with cloth and rage, and afterwards Philza has had to stitch stray pieces of flesh together until they once again resemble his dearest friend. Most of his injuries are old enough for the evidence to have faded from the surface: they are not old enough for the totem to pass them by.
For a moment, when the anvil fell, he looked like he was made of gold entirely, a figure of divine fire. He barely faded when the light did: every inch of his skin laced through with shimmering lines. One of his eyes was crushed in the execution: it glows yellow now, alongside its red partner. Quackity fought a man made of metal, and died watching him bleed ichor instead of blood (long healed bones, deep tissue tears… his heart, crushed by his rib cage when the anvil ground his body to pulp. the gold took everything, even the blood his chorus chants for.)
Tommy has to take a moment to recognize Techno: he doesn’t have to hear the story to know what the Butchers managed to do.
Philza spends a hundred winter nights replaying that moment on the balcony, one futile arrow shattered against the falling iron, half of his soul consumed in green and gold. He spends a hundred more laughing, pressed to Techno’s side, naming each glittering cut, recalling their origin. Neither of them remember what Techno looked like scarless. That is, of course, the whole point.
When Doomsday comes, the first sign of death is a burning figure, tall and bright and cast in gold under a blood red sky, standing amidst a sea of black hounds.
This song is making me want to start yet another fic to never finish,, "Tell me... Where is your hideout? Who are we running from? I'm starting to think that you were right, and now I'm afraid of letting go of your hand...." Maul giving up on his Mandalore plan and deciding to just stalk Kenobi to tell him about his vision. Staying illegally in Obi-Wan's room because I love putting these guys in situations (and because Maul would NOT leave him alone until Obi-Wan actually accepted Maul is right, which he won't). Following Obi-Wan to Utapau and helping him escape after the clones attack, feeling equal parts vindicated and enraged (because he was proved right but Sidious still won). Them being on the run together....