#i had so many thoughts to ramble about and now i don't recall any of them.
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how i think characters would react
if you got (very) hurt: adventure time edition.
tw/cw : angst, fluff, blood, violence, gore?, terrible story building, implied romance, fionna and cake spoilers, a lot of cringe, self-indulgence, character hcs, etc...
[a/n: this is very sloppy and rush as i made this between classes so it's half edited half not and not at all proof read. forgive me. thank you for the love on my last posts!! i wasn't expecting my adventure time hcs to get the attention it did, thank you so much!! i have finished fionna and cake(twice) so, my hcs might slightly shift a bit. at the moment. thinking of cross posting on ao3. reader is usually always gender neutral in all my posts unless stated otherwise. that's all! i'm open to requests and my dms/pms are open. thank you! new additions as well!! this is all i have, i'm sorry. a few more are in the drafts. please tell me if i missed anything tag and cw/tw wise! thank you.]
[holy shit, fionna and cake's finn. honka honka. i don't deserve a platform.]
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|| it all happened so fast. you could barely recall what happened. one moment you're up-right, after the next you're trying to pick yourself off the ground. your breathing grew more labored at every attempt, and the smell of iron hung heavy in the air. the warm liquid on your hands was a stark contrast to cold that began to wrack your body. it wasn't long 'til your vision faded to black, leaving only questions behind into your last fleeting thoughts. ||
finn.
(the favorite. my favorite.)
-the both of you were exploring an old cave. deep, dark, and damp. it was said to hold treasure far back into the cave, and out of curiosity you both went to explore. what you didn't know was that many people sought out that treasure. many dangerous people.
-going deeper into the cave, you and finn found the treasure, though nothing cool to take back except for a few cool rings. turning on your way out, with your back to the entrance, a sharp pain was felt through your body. looking down you saw the bloodied blade of a sword. you had no time to react as you were shoved off the blade and onto the ground. from there, it was a blur.
-finn would (violently) remove anyone involved. while brutal, he makes sure to end it quick--he doesn't have time for them when you're bleeding out on the ground.
-finn never stopped talking to you, even if you're asleep. it's always optimistic-- he talks about; new things he's found, friends he talked to recently, any new news, old and new stories, the next date he'll take you on, etc... he rambled hours on end in a one-sided conversation. it's how he copes.
-finn's trying to be uplifting. but, by himself he's a mess. he rarely stays at the treehouse because he's too restless. he feels weak, and unable to do anything. when finn's not at your side he's fighting through his feelings. finn had learned it wasn't healthy to use violence as his only outlet, but it makes him feel something that isn't the heavy stone in his chest when he sees you.
-he's a patient man, he knows you'll wake up soon. he just had to be patient. but after around a few days he doesn't want to be "patient" anymore. he wants you to wake up now. finn knows he can't make that happen, but it was a selfish want to keep himself going.
-when you did wake up, he was all over you. there wasn't a time when he wasn't with you, or at least in the same vicinity as you.
-good luck trying to pry yourself away from his arms. this man has fought monsters thrice his size for fun. even your prettiest please wasn't going to work, not this time. you almost died. you could've died and he couldn't do anything about it. those memories never left his brain basket, even when your recovery was going smoothly.
-very anxious about letting you tag along, but knows you'll probably go off on your own if he refuses to take you along. he feels it's safer to allow you to come along, rather than go off on your own. with him, he knows that at least this time he could do better. he won't ever have a repeat of last time.
-finn keeps you close during each adventure, even losing sleep watching the surroundings to be sure no one sneaks up on you. he will refuse to sleep, so you'd have to force him. please give this man all the reassurance, he really needs it. it won't stop his anxiety, or his fear of it happening again, but it puts him at ease. even if it's just a little bit, it helps, nonetheless.
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fern.
-the green knight has plenty of enemies. of course, fern could protect himself, and you could do the same. however, even if you could protect yourself, there wasn't any chance to protect yourself getting jumped, and a dirty stab to the back. the most dishonorable way to lose to a foe. the amount of ever growing disrespect.
-he loses his shit. sure, he gets mad quickly, but if you were awake to see him like this: holy shit. he grows plentiful thorns, and poison flowers all over himself subconsciously. (he's actually very pretty like this.)
-he's livid, and you're not conscious to do anything about it. and that's just it, you're unconscious, bleeding out on the ground. fern couldn't quite process it just yet. normally you'd stop him from going too far, but you can't right now. that's supposed to never happen. he's confused and angry, and you're not waking up. you're not moving. so, he cuts down anyone involved in a quick motion. he doesn't care how brutal, as long as it's quick. fern wastes no time in picking you up (after managing the thorns and flowers) and taking you to doctor princess.
-fern can't stand seeing you like this. laying weakly on that hospital bed.
-if you think finn's not good at coping, fern is much worse. he doesn't even cope. he's just...there.
-he's so confused, and just shuts down a bit. like he's still there, he's still the green knight-- fern. but, he's just distant. not quite himself-- off.
-fern is unable to wrap his head around what happened to you, but he goes about his 'normal' life. he tries to just go about his casual life without you there, and he's just confused. it doesn't take long before he grows upset, allowing the rage to boil.
-'they used to do that.' 'this was their favorite color.' 'they were supposed to fix that.' 'they like bird houses.' everything reminds him of you. it's impossible to go a single day without a reminder that you're still unconscious.
-i think it gets more apparent when he's out and about as the green knight. he's more violent. but, he doesn't mean to be. it just...happens.
-he's likely not there when you first wake, but when he gets there fern's complaining about everything under his breath. but when he sees you up, that bed isn't just for you anymore.
-he's holding you close, with a firm hold and refusing to let go. he's scolding you for not waking up sooner, and complaining about how life without you was too different. he tried to be casual, but he missed you a bit too much.
-there is also no prying fern off of you-- a common thing between all of them. once you're up, there is no separating you both for a few hours at the least.
-fern is also hesitant about letting you rejoin him on the adventures, but as long as you stay close, and keep weapon on you at all times, he'll agree. but, all of your wounds-- every. single. one.-- had to be medically evaluated as ok, and no threat to your health before anything.
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farmworld!finn.
(post crown -- pre fionna and cake.)
-he's in shock, not moving for a few moments. he knew why he'd be hated, or hunted down, killed even, but why you? why did they have to drag you into this?
-someone in the many gangs around the parts found you somewhere in the clearing waiting for finn. you both had previously planned a picnic out in a nice clearing in the woods. he was running late. but, once he found you bleeding out and onto grass, he's thrown way off guard.
-finn is quickly trying to pick you off the grass, trying to get you out of there, and dragging you back to his cabin. finn manages to tend to each of your wounds. though, the moment he's done, and you're in a stable condition-- he's leaving the cabin for a few hours.
-he finds whoever did this to you, and doing what he couldn't earlier. finn is driving in the same injuries they gave to you over and over again. he doesn't let up until he's in tears. finn knows that this changes nothing. he knows this won't make him feel better, but he needed to do something. anything. even if it's for his own sadistic pleasure to see the regret on their faces-- to see them like this. pathetically clawing at the dirt in an attempt to ground themselves through the pain-- trying to crawl away from his bloodied hands.
-(robot hand included.)
-finn leaves them with their lives(barely), and a warning before disappearing into the woods.
-he is struggling to cope. finn hold your hand in his abnormally cold one running his thumb over your knuckles. he's constantly checking in on you, and rarely leaving your side. sleeping, and eating could wait. after all that's happened with the crown, you're all he has left. he can't lose you too.
-he stays by your side as much as he can. finn knows he should probably take his mind off of...your condition and stay productive but it's difficult. the only reason the cabin is warm is because if it got too cold you'd start to shake. he makes food only because if you wake up you might be hungry.
-he doesn't know what to do for the most part, just waiting and hoping that you'll be better in no time. a fear lingers deep inside him that you'll worsen the moment he closes his eyes. so, finn stays up. there are times when he has passed out around the house, and when he wakes up he's absolutely terrified; running to check on you, checking to make sure your wounds haven't reopened, making sure you're alive.
-a deep seeded fear the you'll wilt away in his arms. it keeps him up at night-- it eats at him day by day.
-you're finally awake, but even then the fear doesn't fade. he's at you're every call so much that it begins to worry you.
-you'll have to force him, and i mean force him to sleep. you're ok, he's ok-- everything is ok. he can finally rest.
-he's just happy you're still there with him.
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prismo.
-you? hurt? nope. not on his time watch. prismo has you out of the situation in seconds, without a scratch. he refuses to ever see you in any pain.
-though, hypothetically, if there's ever a time where you do get hurt, and your wounds cannot be fixed with his wish master magic, and he's "too late", he's not so well.
-you're on a comfy little bed in the wishing room, laying on top of him. your wounds are bandaged up, and cleaned, with your breathing finally stable.
-he never leaves you side once. (sensing a pattern in everyone.) it's either him, or a copy of him. when he's granting wishes to whoever manages to make it to his wishing room, he keeps you in the cube with a copy of himself to watch over you.
-tries to make small talk with your unconscious self...it doesn't go well. the owl visits more often only to lay it's eyes upon the slum prismo is in.
-the cosmic owl tries to ease the depression, though fails miserably. if jake is still alive; his visits, brings gifts, barber sessions, the whole mile for his other best bud. it does kinda help, even if it was just a bit-- but, he's greatful nonetheless.
-while he could be doing better, prismo is doing the best out of everyone to be honest(if jake is around). jake's visits have been more than helpful to this guy, and honestly without jake, he'd be worse than just a mess.
-when you wake up he doesn't believe it at first but he's ecstatic. there is never a time where he's not with you, talking your ear off on how horrible it was without you. and while prismo wants to contuine talking you to your grave, he can't deny hearing your voice after so long does wonders to him.
-bonus if jake's around and prismo's like "and i like...really miss her. y'know? like she's right there but she's not..." "no, dude, i get it..." "i'd kill just to hear her voice just once..." "...prismo..." "ah, shit now i'm hallucinating!!" "no prismo, behind you." "jake, don't play into my delusions!" "god dammit prismo." "YOU'RE AWAKE!? FINALLY."
scarab.
-this man is already insane. he already needs therapy. the anger issues on this psychotic man are insane.
-he loses all sense of morality(that he had left) but surprisingly holds off and tends to you first. by sending you back to headquarters for someone to tend to your injuries while scarab spends the next few hours tearing their molecules apart.
-honestly the worst out everyone. like, if he has a chance to off someone, they're going to die but in the most unconventional, painful, most gruesome way possible. he's....coping?
-at this point it's hard to tell with him, one moment he's rambling under his breath about annoyances, the next....he's offically lost it!!
-sadly he can't be at you're side at all times even if he really wants to, but with his job and all that. when given any chance he's right there next to you. he excuses this behavior as protecting you against anyone who might try anything, but in reality: it's just hard to stay away when you're like this. he wants to stay close even if he can't sometimes.
-scarab has difficulties with intimacy, so he finds it difficult to express his concern the "right" way. others see him as uneffected, and taking it too easy, but he is genuinely scared. he's scared that he loses the one person who can see him for what he is. an emotionally fucked up person who can't stand rule breakers.(joking).
-he finds holding your hand a way to ease the tension.
-when you wake up, he just sitting there, holding your hand.
-he's never letting you go anywhere without a weapon three times your size. of course he teaches you how to use it, but just because he wants you to protect yourself when he cannot. scarab views your injuries as him failing as a partner in more ways than one. he should've made sure you could protect yourself even when he couldn't.
-later on after your wounds have healed you're allowed with him on his missions. he denies being scared. reassure him anyways, he really needs it.
e/n: sorry prismo's and scarab's are short! first time writing them :')
#adventure time#finn mertens#finn the human#finn mertens x reader#fern mertens x reader#fern mertens#the snowman#fionna and cake#fionna and cake x reader#icefinn x reader#the scarab#the scarab x reader#prismo#prismo x reader#adventure time headcanons#adventure time x reader#fionna and cake headcanons
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Hii hope all is well 💜. Can I please request Jack Sparrow being in love headcanon? Thanks if approved! 😊
Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.
Jack sparrow being in love 😍
This wasn't planned, nor thought out in any sense of emotions.
Jack being in love was something rare.
Sparrow had his ways with women. A corsair of the buccaneers, a Casanova of the seven seas.
Jack had many admirers and lovers; angelica, giselle, and scarlett, esmerelda, even Tia Dalma at one point.
Jack avoided you, and he deceived you. He didn't want to believe he was in love, such a cliche thing, really. A pirate falling for a woman/man/person and they live happily ever after on the pearl.
Jack sparrow hid in the most unusual places, even when you weren't expecting it.
Jack spent nights in tortuga ravishing himself with pretty wenches to take his mind off. But even then, when he came lip to lip with them, he didn't kiss them. Instead his mind thought of you.
He couldn't be in love, he didn't want to. He valued the freedom and the sea. He was committed to the sea and his ship.
Jack spent his days trying to figure out what his feelings were, why he valued you, or rather felt the "weird things" when you were around.
One night Master Gibbs was out with his bottle of rum "a yo ho ho, a pirate's life fo-".
"Psssst, Matser Gibbs" Jack whispered.
"Cap'n, be tha yer? Where ar' yer" Gibbs looked around the main deck.
Master Gibbs walked up to a bunch of cargo with a big barrell.
Gibbs looked inside the barrell to see Jack, hidden inside.
"Did they see me?" Jack's pupils turned left and right.
"What's wrong Jack, why ar' ya hidin', who ar' ya hiding from" Gibbs asked.
"Is it tha' kraken? As Jones spotted our ship, Gibbs looked worriedly.
"No mate, even worse than that," Jack stood up from the barrell.
"Her?/him?/them?" He whispered.
"Her?/him?/them?" Gibbs replied.
"The lass/lad/y/n," Jack muttered.
"The lass?/the lad?/y/n?" Gibbs questioned further.
Gibbs soon caught on to who Jack meant. "Ye mean, y/n, the landlubber."
"Ohhh, ar' they a spy from tha navy." Gibbs tried to realise,"I knew it, Jack, tha's why I said I didn't trust them from the moment they first docked."
"I've been having these," he gestures with his hands. "Things."
"Wha-what sort o' thins, ave' ye caught scurvy?" Gibbs still couldn't make sense of what Jack meant.
"You know, things, things that make you feel... funny," he couldn't make into words. How could he? It's not like Jack's ever felt this way before.
"So yer feel funny when ye see--ohhh Jack" Gibbs realised finally what was going on.
"Are ye, in love?" Gibbs smiled. "Aye I remember the first time I be tha way, and let me tell yer, she was a fine lass, one I couldn't forget".
"Turned out tha next mornin', I couldnt find er'-- or rather, she wasn't even human, Aye, Turned out ta be but a sack o' oranges" Gibbs rambled about his drunken tale.
Jack got out of the barrell and took Master Gibbs's rum and swung it down his gullet.
"Aye, I remembered that, bieleved that sack was named sally or martha, hm, also that night I do recall nearly losing a finger or two from that wager, was worth it though, got that map in the end" Jack explained.
"Aye, Is that how we ended up cursed" Gibbs leaned against the big oak railing of the main deck.
"The pearl's already cursed mate, I'm just the captain of it" Jack threw the rum over board.
"So whaddya gonna tell er/im/em then" Master Gibbs asked.
"I'll do em one better, ill set them off at some fancy port and they can tell their friends of how a devlelish, delightful captain Jack Sparrow saved them from the clutches of a bunch of rutheless scoundrels" Jack agreed.
"Now that sounds like a tale to behold, don't it?" Jack smiled.
"Jack, ye can't just abandon tha poor thing" Gibbs sympathised.
"Ye did that already--on an island" Gibbs recalled.
"Jack" a woman/man/person called from the distance.
Jack gestured with his hands for Gibbs to move.
"You never saw me, savvy?" Jack scurried away.
Jack would be like this for a while but eventually you would confront him about why he was acting strang-er.
Jack would come clean and admit "the world's a funny place innit darlin, things I can't explain between you and I, happens from me always wondering about you, wondering in Tortuga, wondering when I drink rum, wondering about these...things". He continued with a smile, "Things for you mate".
"Hm, does sound a bit cliche to say 'I love you' don't it" Jack places his first finger on his chin.
Jack leaned toward you "Hmmm, how about rather, your enduring, I can't figure out why I'm besotted to you"
"Suppose it ain't gonna sound cliche to say--" he admitted. "I loved you mate, I always have, I always will".
You blushed with astonishment. You had no idea yet it made sense for Jack's behaviour recently.
You could kiss him, and that would be that. You could marry him, and that's the end of your love story. You could sail with him, entailing the fantasy of many countless women, men, or anyone with pirates--or--rather.
You chose to endure the freedom as Jack did, being two souls that understood each other when no one else did.
A rather more passionate romance then the tales of Will and Elizabeth.
Jack was no fool when he was in love. A legendary captain like him would grant you protection.
Though for Jack, would it truly be the end? No, of course not, it only means another chapter is written in the tales of the captain.
Anyways that's all I have for now:
Ta Ta ✨️
#pirates of the caribbean#jack sparrow x reader#jack sparrow#jack sparrow headcanon#pirates of the caribbean x reader#pirates of the caribbean headcanon#potc x reader#potc#potc headcanon
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After seeing a post where it said that Miles no longer posted photos of him and Alex, I thought the same thing, they never appear together again, whether on Miles' IG or elsewhere, even if they are at the same party etc... Just a little hasty hug on stage and that's it. It seems like there is a fortress that has been built around Alex, (or that he himself built) As if they should no longer be seen together. This is why I am more and more skeptical about the possibility of a TLSP3, as if they had gone "too far" (and I'm not just talking about "milex") that saddens me, in done there I need to be reassured haha! Sorry for this rambling but I really appreciate your point of view and your analyzes ;)
first of all, thank you anon for your kind words, i really appreciate them!! <3 and don't worry about ramblings as you must know that it's all i do when answering an ask and it's what i'm gonna do now 😂
yeah, it is is saddening (and sometimes concerning) that we basically never see them together nowadays, but i think that if they were actually trying their hardest to hide then we wouldn't have spotted them at the scott walker tribute concert for example, or at that party or whatever where miles is in the background (where they both knew they could be photographed together at any time), or miles wouldn't have said many times that alex goes over to his place or they have dinner and such, or alex wouldn't have asked miles to support them in ireland (and the fact that these were the last shows... of course he wanted to end it with a bang -this could be interpreted in more ways than one-), etc. i thought that the hug in london was very very sweet and so intimate, and even the one in ireland in the dark was cute (the lack of sntm was weird), not to mention alex singing to and pointing at miles so unashamedly (c'mon, he must've known people would figure it out but didn't care). zackery's wedding was a weird one as they were seated apart from each other, but there is no way that they didn't talk to each other - there just isn't any evidence.
i know there are people who say that this is done deliberately by alex's pr team and because they saw the effects of the eycte tour and don't want people to start going crazy over them and ignore louise in the meantime and get the rumours starting about his sexuality... i'm not sure whether to believe this or not. it seems a bit too far-fetched, but who knows 🤷♀️ i wouldn't be too surprised it was at least a little true.
speaking of evidence, we know how hard louise tries to show off and exploits her boyfriend and how silly it all looks in the end... to me, miles not posting about alex just means that what they have is reserved for them and them only. the pictures miles has in his phone with/of alex are just theirs, their memories are just theirs, whenever they hang out and the moments they share are just theirs - and this is so important. love, in whatever form, shouldn't be used as a tool to make others jealous or to post in order to gain likes or get people talking - it should be something more private, more precious, something to share between the two of you that is yours only - this should be enough for happiness. maybe after eycte and the fans' reactions they decided to keep their relationship and their private life a little more private. besides, it was always the girlfriends that posted alex a lot and not miles, and i'm not sure he wasn't too big of a fan of that, given... well, everything we know about him, and this interview from 2016:
Like Chung, Bagley has been known to post a lot of pictures of herself looking impossibly attractive on Instagram. There she is posing with her dog, posing naked in the bath … but never, as far as I can tell, posing with Turner. Is that because he’d rather not be there?
“I don’t recall submitting that request, but I’m not sorry about it if I’m not on there.”
i think that miles is just simply respecting what he knows about alex and his dislike of social media, and he knows that posting photos with alex would only result in getting more likes than usual and people saying that he's profiting off of his fame. alex and their relationship means more to him than a few likes and reposts.
#and as the post was getting embarassingly long - don't worry too much about tlsp3. let's have more faith in our boys and their love;#i think it's all gonna work out in the end for them#(there i go with my infinite positivity when it comes to them; i can't help it. them and what they have is too special for tlsp3#not to happen)#who cares if we have to wait 10 more years? the time will come again some day#alex turner#miles kane#milex#tlsp#the last shadow puppets#tlsp3#anon
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okayyyy so i made a post abt this last night that was just a short ramble trying to piece my thoughts together but basically... i’m just really curious how will’s (possible) powers might manifest and what they might be, and i’m trying to like. reason out how i feel about them and what i personally think would be cool or fitting...
lots of people have talked about this before (like user pinkeoni has made some really good posts abt it, and i think heroesbyler has had good discussions abt it too) and what his powers might be, and a lot of them revolve around creation or light, both of which i’m very fond of
this isn't so much a theory or prediction as it is a "these are things i noticed and i think this would work well with the themes of the show" type of spiel. it ended up way longer than i wanted it to and goes off on multiple tangents because i can't stop myself, so i'm putting it under the cut lol
it's more just for me to try and articulate what i'm feeling about it, but if anyone actually reads this mess, you're more than welcome to share your thoughts :3
with the creation stuff, it automatically makes me think of the UD taking the shape of hawkins... because we know that henward grew to hate that town so why would vecna shape the UD to look like the place he hated? i suppose it could be bc he wanted to take revenge on the town, so why not daydream about it and destroy your scale model of it to get some catharsis, right? but... then it's frozen on the night will went missing? it’s possible that the UD could have simply taken the shape of hawkins when the s1 gate was opened and made the two worlds touch, thus making the UD a true "mirror" dimension of hawkins. but i also really like the idea of will getting sucked into the UD, panicking, wishing he had his hiding places to go to to escape from this monster chasing him, and poof! now he's in hawkins and all of his hiding places are there (he's good at hiding!) but it's still the "wrong" hawkins
but anyway, i want to move on to the "light" angle because there's so many things that i love about the possibility of will's powers taking the form of some kind of light to counteract the darkness created by vecna and the UD ("hide in the light" thank u max)
i especially think it would be cool for it to take the shape of some kind of fire or flame, even if the powers themselves don't behave like fire, like it's just a stylization choice to give some sort of visual that the characters and audience can see
i don't recall if there's any specific moment where any version of henward/vecna/001 or other characters talk about burning or fire as a form of destruction in a metaphorical/symbolic sense, but we see it enough of it literally throughout the show. fire is a means of causing pain, of killing, of destroying
season 1, nancy and jonathan think to burn the demogorgon to a crisp because, hey, that'd be a pretty effective way to kill something, right? so they carry that theory over into all the other seasons
season 2, we see hopper using his lighter to maneuver through the tunnels below hawkins, and the vines flinch away from the flame. we see owens and the lab using fire to cull the "weeds" still growing out of the gate. we see will react physically to the burning, feeling the pain through the link with the hivemind, and requiring it to be cold in order to not be in physical agony
season 3, uuuh i can't remember any direct usage of fire against the fleshflayer other than the fireworks, but that's more about the explosions than the flames imo lol. but we do get the sauna test (best s3 episode hands down mwah love it) and the aversion to heat that we see in billy and also in heather, though less prominently
season 4, we get murray's killer flamethrower scene and hopper using the flaming spear to keep the demogorgon at bay. our hawkins crew relies heavily on use of fire (flambé) in order to take out vecna's physical body
so there's just a lot of fire and fire as a means of destruction. but i can't help also thinking about how fire isn't purely a means of harm. fire keeps us warm, it brings us light in the darkness, it cooks our food and brings us health. the sun, a giant ball of fire, is essential for life to exist on earth. i especially keep thinking about how wildfires are a necessity to the planet, and in places like healthy grassland ecosystems, fires are crucial to burn out old growth to make way for new, fresh green, which the animals there then rely on. letting old growth continue to sit and dry out and die isn't good. it has to be removed completely so that new grass shoots can take over
(not to mention that allowing for controlled burns and letting wildfires run their course in a regular system ultimately allows for fewer, less destructive wildfires to happen. if there's no old, dry growth to burn, then there's less stuff to catch on fire)
how does this tie into the show, though?
to me, it makes me think of the concept of simply living with your trauma, not talking about it, and pretending everything is fine, when all that's doing is creating more kindling for a bigger, more destructive fire. it makes me think of season 2 and the conversation will has with jonathan about how everyone keeps treating him like he's gonna break, and the instructions joyce and hopper got from owens to just "treat him how you normally would." you can ignore trauma all you want and pretend everything is fine, but it's going to be more destructive in the long run. instead, letting him talk about it, listening, letting him burn things down a little bit, will be healthier because it'll clear out that old, dry grass clogging everything up and leave a clean patch of earth for him to build back up with new, healthier growth. you can take a weed wacker to it all you want, but those old roots are still there
not to mention the way they get rid of the mind flayer is to "burn it out of him." they literally let the "fire" run rampant, cranking up the heat to make his body inhabitable to the mind flayer, clearing out those nasty "weeds" so will can grow on his own (more or less) unimpeded
and then there's the s1 flashback scene between will and joyce where he's drawing will the wise shooting green fireballs. joyce asks, "why does he need fireballs if he's so wise? can't he just outsmart the bad guys?" but will explains that sometimes the bad guys are smart too, so he needs the fireballs
only here, they're green because he doesn't have a red crayon. this specific tidbit makes me think of how will's powers are currently repressed in some way. at that time, it was possibly because his powers "hadn't come in" yet, if we want to follow the idea that powers are a symbol for puberty or coming of age
he hasn't "found his flame" yet, so to speak (which is what got me thinking about all of this at all last night bc of the song 'find your flame' from the sonic frontiers ost the absolute slapper that it is) and at this point it's obvious that any awakening of his powers will happen in s5 when he's no longer being suppressed, much like how he currently has to suppress his true feelings, or how he's been unable to move on from what happened to him in s1 and 2
he has to use "fireballs" because sometimes the bad guy is smart. sometimes the bad guy has a trick up his sleeve (like *checks notes* literally not being able to die) and your original plan won't work. you can stock up on weapons, you can create as many sneaky ambushes as you want, you can solve all of the bad guy's riddles, but sometimes you need the fireballs
and, once again, we come back to how i feel like will's powers won't be literal fireballs, or something he physically wields. when it comes to el, henward, and kali, as well as the other powers that we see from other subjects, it's all something that they do. and here's where i start to struggle with how i want to articulate what i think about will's powers...
to me, will's possible powers aren't a weapon in the way that we've seen other powers used, or at least framed as, a weapon
like... i guess i do think that it's something that he can "do," but it's less "i'm going to move this thing with my mind" "i'm going to go into your head and walk through your memories" "i'm going to make you see something that isn't really there." like, he himself, his person, his mind, his essence, his intent, is the power. will byers is the light. why else constantly bask him in rays of sunshine, hm?? lol
again, i want to touch on the possibility of the UD hawkins manifesting simply because he wanted it to. he didn't think about it, he didn't deliberately go like "okay and now this house is here and this place is there" it simply... was. it just happened without much of his input other than a vague wish and panic
if we want to make it into something more deliberate, it makes me think of lio fotia in promare. the movie is basically about this group of people who suddenly developed "burnish" abilities, where they contain fire and have some sort of fire powers. they're persecuted by the rest of the planet, and are treated as terrorists and locked away in prisons and experimented upon. the fire, or "promare," inside of them is a double-edged sword, where they supposedly rejuvenate their bodies, but if they don't let it burn, it instead kills them and they turn to ash. spoilers i guess (you should definitely go watch this movie i highly recommend it), but near the end of the movie, lio is taken captive by the antagonist, kray foresight, and our other main chara galo thymos tries to save lio. kray lashes out using his burnish powers and tries to burn galo, but lio launches his own flames toward galo to protect him. when galo's firefighting team finds him, he's on fire, but he doesn't notice because the fire doesn't hurt him. it's a special kind of flame that doesn't burn! in the end, in order to save the world, they have to let it fully burn one last time, and galo and lio work together to wrap the entire earth in a massive wave of fire, and it's fire that takes the form of water. it engulfs everyone, but everyone realizes that it doesn't actually burn
i'm getting off topic but !! now we start getting less into "will has fire powers" and more "his powers are light and warmth" instead. like lio and galo's combined powers and intent (that's the other thing, that final big burn is different than the rest because of the intent behind it), it's not actually about the fire, it's about its purpose
he needs the fireballs to fight the bad guys, but in the case of our "bad guy," literal fireballs don't work. henward's past is a complicated one, and a lot of where he's been led was caused by his lack of a proper support system. he was villainized for being different. even when he was found by someone who "cared" for him, it was for that man's own personal gain, not because he actually cared about henward
henward was only ever burned and then left in the cold. nobody gave him a second chance like el, nobody listened to him like will. he was forced to fend for himself on his own in the darkness. he came to rely on the darkness. vecna literally focuses on the darkest thoughts of his victims in order to gain enough power to open gates. and sure, focusing on negative emotions gives all of our characters with powers some burst of strength
but then we're shown that love is what makes them even stronger. focusing on happy memories, memories of friends and loved ones, memories of the love itself, is what allows el to overpower 001 in the lab and to close the gate in s2 and to break billy out of his tether to the fleshflayer. and even in that final showdown in s3, she's not using her powers. she's burned out. in that moment, it's not the powers themselves that save them, it's the message behind it
will's whole character is about love and understanding. he puts himself last consistently, he puts the needs of others above himself, and he does not know how to be a little bit selfish when it comes to his feelings. he's sensitive, he's kind, he's artistic, he cries easy, he relies on his friends and family to feel safe and loved, and without them, he feels lost and hurt and alone. and there might be ups and downs, but he gets that love and support from them. they always have his back. he knows what it's like to feel pain and to suffer, but to have people who will stay by your side unconditionally through it all
and that's something he can offer to vecna and his alternate versions. he can offer that love, and that warmth, and that light in the darkness. and once again, i think it would be neat if it was less of a literal flame or source of light, and that it was will who is the source of light. like, he is the example for henward/vecna to see. he's the proof that despite all the bad shit there is in the world, there are people who will still love you anyway. there's people who will listen to you and care for you even if everyone else shuts you out
and even if it does take the form of something literal, of an actual flame or glowing ball of light or more of those glowy particles, it's not a weapon like the other powers we've seen
it's also about just shining a light on all the good stuff that's mixed in with the bad stuff. again, there is no black and white (thanks brenner, you fuck). henward was miserable in his life, he hated it and was frustrated that he felt trapped in a cage, and he only saw all the bad in the world. he couldn't see any of the good mixed in (ie. the possibility that he was friends with scott clarke as a kid, or even the fact that victor was really so caring and loved his son so much) because he just assumed it was all bad and he'd have to start from scratch to get any of the good he wanted
even focusing on the negative thoughts and feelings of his victims, vecna was able to be evaded by thinking of happy memories that took place at the same time as the bad ones. "hide in the light." again and again, we see max use memories, both past and present, to free herself from his clutches. good memories that still exist alongside the bad ones. and if vecna acknowledges that there's still good mixed in among the bad, his whole source of power, the foundation for his plan, completely crumbles
if will's power has to do with light, then he'll be the one to shine the light on all of the good memories that henward had mixed in among the bad. and this isn't to victim blame this 12 year old boy who was miserable and didn't know what else to do, but it's instead about his lack of support system, and how it's understandable to have grown so jaded, but that doesn't mean everything is bad, and there's still a chance for him to come back from it and change his way of thinking
henward was a wildfire waiting to happen, and rather than having someone to let him burn a little, to let out his anger and listen, he was trimmed back and suppressed. he had his old growth left there to dry out, which only added more kindling. he was never given the room to bring in new growth
and then to really tie in the use of fire to match the theme of "no black and white," i think about avatar the last airbender, and specifically the sun warrior temple that aang and zuko visit in the final book. in book 1 of atla, aang tries to learn firebending and jumps in too quickly, ends up burning katara's hands, and swears off ever learning firebending because he doesn't want to hurt anyone with it. in book 3, zuko offers to teach him, but aang is still very timid about it because of that incident in book 1. zuko also finds his firebending ability diminishing, and they surmise that it's because he no longer has this drive to find and capture the avatar. that was his source of power, his purpose, and now that it's no longer his purpose, he has to find the true way to master firebending. so, the two boys travel to the sun warrior temple to try to find answers. there, both zuko and aang admit that they really only see fire as something destructive, but the sun warriors remind them that fire is warmth and light and life. fire can be destructive, but it is not only destructive. it's something beautiful and necessary, you just have to respect it
feels pretty fitting for stranger things, yeah?
so, to wrap this all up before i go fucking crazy:
i personally think that will's powers will predominantly take the form of fire or light
i do also still adhere to some of the creation power theories, but it also wouldn't be crazy for him to have more than one power, right? after all, el can use telekinesis, track someone's physical location, and go into their minds. that's 3 pretty different things that she can do!
will is directly tied to the behavior of the lights in s1 and called back to in s4. throughout the show, and especially in s4, will is basked in sunshine on multiple occasions. sure, those instances are mostly about his bond to mike, and how mike sees him in this halo of light all the time...
but that still ties into the theme of love. those rays of light are about mike's love for will, and vice versa. but that kind of unconditional love and acceptance is something that will have to be extended to henward and vecna. therefore: light is the key
and again, it just feels very fitting to have the key be something like fire. something that's so often villainized and only seen as bad and destructive, when it truly is something that's misunderstood. unchecked, it can run rampant and cause pain and grief, but when respected, it can bring life and healing, for lack of a better word
so far, we've only seen fire used as a means of harm. it does keep our characters safe (ie. hopper's flaming spear, the flame thrower, the moltovs, etc.) but it is wielded as a weapon first, when it doesn't have to be
fire can cause pain, yes, but fire is also passion and love. light is something to be extended, to help people find their way out of the darkness, and i just think it would be really cool to see vecna, who's always shrouded in darkness, or henward who hid away in the dark attic surrounded by candles, to have a ray of warm sunshine like will byers hold out a hand to him and try to help
#okay i think i just need to stop lol. i could keep going and pull up actual evidence and stuff but#again this isnt really a theory. this is just something that i think is cool and worth thinking about irt his powers#and how they might manifest or be revealed in s5 and what their intent is#bc i could go on and on about how i feel about how will having a LACK of powers could be really cool and meaningful#but like. come on. it's really obvious at this point that he probably does have powers#so i wanted to try and reason it out to see if i could find a way for it to fit in a way that makes it really solid for me#will byers#stranger things#i say things
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Hi! I saw your post about due South and gender, and I'm so interested in what you had to say, and it definitely got me thinking, and I'm so sorry for the wall of text.
I'm most interested in Fraser's experience of gender, because imo he's a character archetype that female characters aren't often portrayed as (knight errant, duty and responsibility as a mask for real feelings and decisions, etc). Like, Fraser's loneliness and sense of alienation even from other RCMP- Were there many other women in her trainee class? Did male colleagues feel threatened by a stubborn, intelligent, and near-supernaturally talented woman, and if so, how was that expressed? How would Thatcher and Fraser's relationship change? Would Bob Fraser have been supportive of his daughter being a Mountie, or would there always be a sense of comparing her to a son that didn't even exist, however unintentionally?
Even things like Fraser's apartment in seasons 1 and 2. How would Ray V (of any gender really), react to a single woman in a strange city (even a single woman with a half-wolf and enormous capacity to take care of herself) insisting on living in a terrible apartment in a bad part of town? Fraser would have bewildered, infuriated, and endeared herself to Ray V from day 1, and it could be interesting to see how Ray V's notions about women change when he's presented with Fraser's complete inability to be anyone but herself.
I already love the "Victoria's" secret arc, and I think it could be just as compelling with a queer element entangled with Fraser's loneliness,not to mention potentially having to hide the real nature of her relationship with Victoria for a number of reasons.
Again, I apologize for the rambling, and I would love to hear any other thoughts you have on the Rays and Fraser and gender.
Never apologize for rambling, this is fantastic!!!
I always pictured Fraser as a woman trying desperately to even be acknowledged by her father or her peers. You know, it's always brought up by Bob and everyone who knows him how she's just like her father - except she's a woman. Like her being a woman downplays all of her achievements (I recall Thatcher mentioning this in the show). Marginalized groups so often get thrust into a position where they can't be anything less than perfect, and I think in Fraser's case that would be taken to the max. Like, you want your dad to notice you because even if you did everything right he still won't take you camping since you're a girl. You go above and beyond expectations in your class, and no one takes you seriously because most people are objectifying you. (Oh, and don't get me started on how Fraser still faces sexual harassment but now it'd be from men. Oof.) I can see Fraser really upsetting the men at the police station/RCMP because of her solve-rate. Like, can you imagine a bunch of male cops, in the 90s, getting out shined by a lady? They'd have a fit over that. Dewey specifically comes to mind when he said he could beat Lady Shoes in poker because she's a woman. But I also think Fraser would keep that 'innocent mountie' shtick to protect herself, though she's not above using sexism to her advantage (I'm thinking Ms Fraser going 'you wouldn't hit a woman would you'). At the end of the day, Fraser is still very much JUSTICE and the COMMON GOOD above all else, even ignoring her inner yearning to have recognition for her achievements (and yes, love, Fraser would still be incredibly lonely). I think that gives the conversation in the Vault a different weight. And Fraser would absolutely do hair flips.
Okay, so I think if we go with Vecchio being a woman rather than a man, their relationship would have this envy about it. Since Fraser literally acts like she gives zero fucks about doing anything (she lives in an apartment in a sketchy place by herself, ignores the jabs of male coworkers, etc.), I feel like Vecchio would want what she has and be even more annoyed when Fraser gets all the attention in Red, White, or Blue since she'd be undermined and harassed as a female cop in Chicago. God, we all know that Vecchio isn't the best at his job, but instead of being seen as a buffoon can you imagine how they'd berate her as a woman? How she'd have to represent her entire gender, especially coming from a traditional Italian family? Not to mention if we switch it so she's the sole/eldest daughter in the Vecchio family, the societal pressure of that is immaculate. Though, I do imagine her to keep Vecchio being the most emotionally mature (or at least expressive) out of the three leads. She'd be wanting to talk about stuff and Fraser'd be throwing herself out windows more than ever.
Now, Kowalski, oh boy. In the my head she's not changing anything about her style - this woman is 100% butch. Personally, I read canon Kowalski as someone who got bullied in school (I mean, in the 70s he had glasses, had a best friend that was a girl, small, had less money than his peers, and has shit self-esteem. I can't see that he wasn't bullied) and he created this super tough 'loose cannon' persona to fight back (I also read Fraser and Kowalski as definitely queer, with Vecchio being a more grey area but anyways that would make sense for Kowalski's overly butch persona as well). Kowalski as a woman is no different, but now you got an extra layer to that because women aren't taken seriously in law enforcement. A guy calls her 'sweetheart', dude you better fucking run. Guys probably tell her to smile and she punches their teeth out. She's still a whirlwind of emotions but now she isn't seen as 'scary' because she's a woman. And as a butch woman, she's probably seen as a 'freak' and bullied at her job. Probably also a factor to why she goes undercover so much, at least she can get away from the people at the precinct more. And I would switch her name to Stella Rachel Kawolski and her husband Stanley Kowalski (because I think that'd be even weirder for a dad to name his daughter that???).
Now a f/f Victoria/Fraser has some terrible implications into stereotypes of lesbian relationships. You know, the 'Mean Lesbian' as it were, and maybe that would reinforce Fraser's not only fear of love, but her fear of queerness. So, I think Kowalski coming along and being openly gender nonconforming and developing a friendship/relationship with her would be incredibly healing for Fraser. I also feel like Fraser would still be drawn to Kowalski's vulnerability since she was taught never to show emotion other than happiness as a woman. And she's be drawn to Vecchio for not being afraid to complain constantly. When that woman is mildly inconvenienced, she'll let you know. And I think both Rays would really be enamoured by Fraser by all the same qualities in canon, but even more so as she demonstrates you can be badass and a kind person (something hollywood really needs to learn with their female characters already).
I see Fraser and Thatcher at first having a competitive relationship but one sided on Thatcher's part (internalized misogyny) but then in We are the Eggmen she realizes how stupid that is and they have a healthy working relationship :)
Thank you so much for this ask, I had so much fun writing it! Feel free to drop by any time!
#due south#ask#gender#i also read Fraser as genderqueer/nonbinary and it doesn't matter what agab he is#so that'd be interesting how being raised as a different gender would affect his understanding of that#and if you want to know how i picture RayV's femme outfits i reblogged a 'the nanny' post with the lead's fashion
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Love Will Abide
Pairing: Bill x Frank (TLOU) ft. brief interlude of Tess and bisexual!Joel
Word Count: 4K (exactly!!)
Warning: mix of fluff and heavy Angst! Discussions of homophobia, AIDs epidemic, coming out, being in the closet, toxic masculinity, losing loved ones and passing reference to sex
Summary: The story of Lincoln, Massachusetts's first pride 🌈
A/N: Happy Pride!!! These two deserve to celebrate Pride most of all, so they're getting it here. RIP Bill and Frank, they would've loved "Padam Padam" by Kylie Minogue
The two men sat together on the old wooden porch. The sun sets slowly before them. The summertime brings with it extended days together. Frank's head rests against Bill's shoulder as he gleams in the light of dusk.
"Bill? What day is it?" He asks curiously, knowing they must be nearing the summer solstice.
"June thirtenth." Bill answers, remembering the day from the wooden calendar on his bedside table. "About eight days from the solstice."
Frank smiles, "June huh?"
"Peak of summer. Some of our crops should be ready soon. Rhubarb…oh the snap peas…"
Bill continues on, excitedly rambling about their crops and what kinds of dishes he can make with them. Frank is only half listening. Memories of June returning to him. He recalls floats and parades. Bodies filling the streets. Pride flags waving in the air. He remembers his elders, telling him of the first Prides before there were ever more "official" ones. Of riots. Of protests. He was just a kid then, but he remembers.
Remembers the look of horror on his mother's face when two men beside them kissed in the grocery store. The way she covered his eyes as if the sight alone would have turned him gay; though of course it was much too late for that. Then to his first pride out, with his mother by his side. The same woman who nearly fainted when she caught her only son with a boy was proudly standing beside him, a sign reading "Silence=Death" in hand. As they marched together at Pride, standing up against the AIDS epidemic. Walking in memory of all his friends that had come and gone. Frank thinks of how many more friends he'd lost before the worst was over…and how many more were likely gone now.
"Frank? Are you even listening to me?" Bill huffs, breaking Frank's train of thought.
"Hmm? No- I'm sorry I-"
"Strawberry rhubarb pie! We can make it this year!" Bill exclaims excitedly.
"Bill…have you ever celebrated Pride?" The older man interrupts.
"What- did you even hear what I just said? The pie-" Bill responses offended.
"Yes, strawberry rhubarb pie like your mother used to make, I would absolutely adore making it with you! Now-" his hand finds his lovers, encasing his around Bill's "have you ever celebrated Pride?"
The younger man's face softens, an eyebrow ticked up in a quiet curiosity. "What like…the rainbows and parades and stuff?"
Frank can't help but chuckle, "A bit more than that but yeah more or less."
Bill fidgets with his hands, tucking them into his lap. "...No." Blue eyes falling to his feet. "We didn't do any of that out here."
"And you never did anything?" Frank asks, his voice as soft as the hand that touches Bill's cheek. "Not even for yourself?"
"Didn't know…it was anything to be proud of."
"Bill-"
"I don't mean-"
"No." Frank stops him, fingers brushing over the other man's beard. "I know what you mean." He says with a soft smile. "You know…we could celebrate now?"
Bill's eyebrows pinch together, a small pout on his face. He's tailoring his excitement. "Yeah?"
Frank can't hide the smile at his partner's interest. "Yeah, of course we can!" He chuckles, leaning in to deliver a soft kiss to the other man's cheek. "Town's ours isn't it?"
"Sure is…" Bill smiles back.
Frank had lots to do. It was decided that he would do the entirety of the set up, allowing Bill to enjoy the element of surprise, and granting Frank freedom from his beloved's "resource management" lectures. Perhaps it was some long lost vigor in him, or excitement to be a part of Bill's first pride, but Frank finished it at an ungodly pace. It took all of ten days for him to pull it together. It was all perfect.
The morning of Frank rises before dawn. Sneaking out of bed to open air where he prepares everything needed for Pride. Heading back inside, he works on making the perfect breakfast for his love. Like magic, Frank appears in the doorway of their shared bedroom just as Bill's alarm rings.
"Happy Pride!" He shouts happily, breakfast tray in hand.
Bill is not as quick to pick up on the enthusiasm. His blue eyes are still straining against the morning light. "Hmm- Frank what?"
"It's Pride!" The older man plops himself down on the bed, setting the tray down on the bedside table. "Today’s the day! We're having our first Pride!"
Bill's brain slowly comes together, "Yeah…our first Pride." He offers his lover a soft sleepy smile.
"Gonna be the best Pride you've ever seen! Now eat up, we've got a big day ahead of us!"
The morning passes easily, the seasoned couple going through their usual routine. Wake, eat, feed the chickens, shower, get dressed. As they approach the front door to begin their day, Frank pauses. “Wait! I’ve got something.” With a big smile he pulls from his pocket two small wooden rainbow flag pins. “Tada!” A goofy grin on his face as he fixes one to Bill’s flannel shirt. The other flag taking its place on his own shirt. “Now we’re ready.” Clearing his throat, Frank readies to make his announcement. “Fair citizens of Lincoln, Massachusetts! It is my honor and privilege to welcome you to Lincoln’s first ever Pride!”
With that, the door swings open. The smile on Bill’s face is morphed into one of pure awe. The sight before him fulfilling something he never knew he wanted. Wooden pallets painted rainbow stand in for flags. Covering the yard, and even visible along the street. Looking out he sees a banner, stretched between the missing neighbor’s house and shed that reads “Lincoln Pride!” Hearts in the pride flag colors surrounding the letters. Bill’s eyes are bright. A smile lingering on his face far longer than usual.
“Frank- how did you? I mean-”
“Step outside.” Frank smiles in admiration, suddenly wondering why he didn’t do this sooner.
Bill hesitates, just a moment his heart beating in his chest. As he steps through the non-lethal tripwire, a sudden burst of music greets his ears.
~Im…Coming…Out!~
Bill doesn’t know whether to laugh or to cry as Diana Ross’s “I’m Coming Out” plays over a set of speakers. Frank decides for him, a hearty laugh escaping from his lips.
“I couldn’t help myself!”
"How did you- Where did you get that?" Bill joins in the laughter.
"From the neighbors!" Frank smiles back, rolling his eyes when Bill's expression changes to one of disapproval. "I'm borrowing it!" He says defensively. "Come on!" He continues on, pulling Bill out to the front yard.
Bill feels his heart beat like it's never beat before. The multitude of bright colors infiltrating his perfectly union town, brings about an unprecedented feeling. Something that feels a lot like love. He finds himself running in circles, admiring the decorations. Looking down the street to get a glimpse of what lies ahead of him. His heart erupts with joy at the display. A hand traces up his shirt to find the homemade pin, caressing it in one hand, holding Frank's hand in the other. And for the first time in his forty-some years of life, he feels so entirely seen.
"Frank- it's I- you did all this?" Bill beans up at his boyfriend.
"It's not much, but-"
For Frank it's simple, just the pallets and banners that he managed to put along the town. A couple of hand picked songs, courtesy of Bill's old neighbors. The ancient relics of Madonna, Tina Turner, George Micheal, ABBA, Kylie Minogue, and Linda Ronstadt being dug up for the big day. Far from the extravagant afars he once experienced before the outbreak.
Bill cuts him off with a kiss, "Frank. It's perfect."
His cheeks go warm, every internal critique disappears in an instant. "I love you."
Bill just responds with a chuckle, "Sap." Before running off to get a closer look at the banner.
Frank rolls his eyes at the light-hearted insult, trying to pull himself together.
A part of him wishes Bill could have seen it. The grand displays of love and acceptance. Could have seen just how many people would have loved him, just the way he is. There's little doubt in Frank's mind that Bill would have been quite popular in a lot of circles. The thought makes him glow with pride, thinking about how this beautiful man was all his. Even through the end of the world, he managed to be the luckiest man alive.
"The whole town done up like this?" Bill asks, snapping Frank from his train of thought.
"Most of it." He responds proudly.
Bill shuffles excitedly, looking like he's about to bound off towards the town center. "Can we?"
"Not yet-" Frank smiles, inching over towards the garage. "I have one more tiny surprise."
"Well! what is it?" Bill asks in an excited impatience.
"Close your eyes."
"But-" Bill pouts.
"Not buts! Just do it. Please?" Frank asks with a pout of his own.
The younger man huffs but does what he's asked, closing his eyes. The faint sound of a garage opening is heard. Then something- the rumble of wheels on pavement. The soft creak of wood. Hands come up over his from behind, slowly pulling them away from his eyes.
"You can look now…" Frank whispers.
Like magic, a float appears. Six feet long, four feet wide. A white covering, with “Lincoln Pride 2013” painted along the sides. A small blue ottoman propped in the middle for sitting. In the front, a boombox is attached, as well as a pulley. The back of the float is Frank’s most impressive creation. A rainbow arch of chicken wire and tissue paper standing proudly on the back; easily standing six feet tall.
Bill’s eyes are wide as he takes it in just as awestruck as when he first left the house this morning. “Frank- you?” His head snaps, spinning to look at his lover. Eyes cutting between Frank and the float. “You made this?” Bill finishes his question nearly toppling over with excitement.
Frank is beaming with joy at Bill’s reaction. “I’ve made a float or two in my day.” He says with a shrug trying to play it cool. “Do you like it?”
“I…I-” Bill bursts into a fit of giggles. Hands flying up to his chest in excitement. Wordlessly he scuttles over to it. Staring at the float with admiration. Looking back at Frank he asks, "Can I?"
Frank nodding is all it takes for Bill to hop on. Though he's just a few inches off the ground, he feels on top of the world. While he's busy exploring, Frank takes the opportunity to circle to the front and turn on the boombox. One of Bill's favorite albums is already set to play, Kylie Minogue's Fever. The crescendoing music grabs Bill's attention. His expression going all soft as "Love At First Sight '' begins playing over the boombox.
"Oh Frank-" he pouts.
With the pulley in hand ready to kick off the parade, Frank asks, "You ready for the rest of it?"
Bill smiles back, "Yes." He says sitting upon the blue ottoman. "I'm ready!"
They set off, Frank pulling the float behind him. Bill can't help but dance in his place on the float. Frank spins around to watch his lover, looking more carefree than he's been in the past 5 years together. Big smiles plastered on each of their faces as they began to sing along.
"Then there was you!" Frank sings first, horribly off-key
Bill takes the next line bashfully, "And everything went from wrong to right…"
"And the stars came up and filled up the sky!" Frank continued, encouraging him.
"The music you were playing really blew my mind!"
"It was love-"
"At first sight!" They finish the line together, laughing at each other. Embracing the joy they found together, and relishing in the absurdity of their position. How somehow, in this abandoned town, amidst a life-altering outbreak, they'd found everything they ever needed.
There's silence at the gate. Joel and Tess standing, a bit oblivious to the sight set before them. Unsure what to make of the unusual display of joy on Bill's behalf. Both uncertain if they've ever even seen the man smile before. Let alone what to make of the grandiose decorations covering the town.
“Do you think they forgot?” Joel asks.
“No…Bill’s never forgotten our drop-off dates.” Tess replies, squinting so as to ensure she wasn't imagining things. “I think…they just had other priorities.” They watch, for a moment as Frank pulls Bill in the makeshift float. Their joy radiating through the distance between them. A pang of jealousy hitting Tess at the obvious love the two men hold for each other. “Come on Joel, let’s head back to QZ.”
Joel scoffs, hands coming up on his hips. “Came all this way for nothing…”
“It’s fine, Joel. They’ve always been good to us. We can let it slide.”
“Easy for you to say, you didn’t carry the wire all this way.” He huffs, looking at Tess and back at Bill and Frank. As he steps forward towards the gate, Tess stops him.
“Joel…” she says lowly, “This isn’t for us.”
He pauses, an eyebrow quirked up as he looks at her. “Not for you maybe.”
Tess just stares at him, eyes going a little wide. Obviously not having expected him to say that. “I- you? We?”
To her confusion, he just shrugs. “I’ve been around.” Joel rolls his eyes at Tess’s continued silence. “Hey” he says, nudging her on the shoulder, “never stopped me from being into you.”
"Well, no but-"
The gruff man hikes the heavy backpack up higher on his back. “Come on. Let’s go.” He says, turning on his heels back to QZ.
The day was pure magic. Bill running around his hometown totally enamored, as if it were someplace totally new. Frank reaping the brilliant reward of his labor, getting to see his boyfriend glimmer with joy. The parade marches through the day, stopping for lunch at home. Where Bill improvises a "pride-themed lunch" by making the most colorful salads he could manage. The sun sets slowly, light stretching long over the small Massucheuttes town. As night encroaches on their celebration Frank decides it’s time to bring Bill to his final surprise.
Frank pulls his love behind him on the float. Though it was technically his turn to be pulled, Frank insisted that the location be a secret! The ride is slow, the parade taking a leisurely pace. Bill anxiously twiddles his thumbs from his seat on the float; his mind racing with ideas of what the surprise would be. Eventually they stop, Bill turns his head to see the wine shop. He notes how much better it looks since Frank had been fixing it up. The old barn color was replaced with a fine burgundy color, deep and rich like wine.
“We’re here!” Frank exclaims, practically pulling Bill through the doors of the winery.
Passing through the doors, is a set table. Unlit candles that Frank quickly works to light. Dinner bowls set for two. Cloth napkins and fine silverware. A red tablecloth covered the circular table. Bill’s eyes linger over the display, before landing on Frank’s. A big smile plastered on Frank’s face.
“I know you’re more of a cook than I am but…” Frank begins, rounding the table to Bill’s side. “I thought I’d let you try some of my famous New England chowder.”
Bill just smiles softly, the romantic gesture giving him butterflies. “I’d like that.” He says simply.
“Perfect. Just give me a couple minutes to warm it up and we’ll be set!”
With that Frank bounds off to the small kitchen, making quick work of the dinner he’d prepped the night before. Bill sits eagerly at the table, shuffling in his seat unable to contain his joy. Eventually, Frank returns with the food in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. The pair are quick to dig in, having grown an appetite through the day’s activities. The soup is delicious, and the wine maybe even a little better. Their conversation is light and playful. Frank recounts his fun stories of Pride. His tales grow in exaggeration with each passing minute.
Bill laughs along, intrigued by the experience of his beloved. His face goes soft thinking about just how different it is from his own life and then- a question comes to mind.“Frank?” He asks.
“Yeah?” Frank replies, slurping on his chowder.
“When did you…know? How did you-” Bill gestures outwards with his hands, “You know!”
Frank smiles. “How did I come out?”
The younger man nods.
“Hmm…” He pauses to think, taking a swig of his wine. “I always knew.” He says with a shrug. “There was really never any question. That’s just the way I was.”
“And how did you come out?” Bill asks with the tilt of his head.
The older man laughs, “Well when my mom caught me kissing my ‘study buddy’ that conversation kind of had itself!”
A tinge of red creeps across Bill’s face at the prospect of being caught by his parents in such a way. “Oh…and your dad too?”
Frank grimaces, but then chuckles. “My dad…well my mom thought he’d freak so she told me we’d tell him together. When we finally did, this man had the audacity to look up at me from over his newspaper and then over at my mother and say ‘Was I not supposed to know?” He finishes with a laugh. “So much build up for that! It was ridiculous!”
Bill laughs along, trying not to choke on his wine. As hilarious as the anecdote was, it does bring about some unpleasant memories of his own.
The shift of mood catches Frank’s attention. “Hey…” he says softly, a hand coming over Bill’s to soothe him. “We can change the subject.”
A soft sniffle comes from Bill as he shakes his head. “No. I- I’m happy they accepted you.” He says with a bittersweet smile. “Who wouldn’t love you?”
“Alot of people actually.” He chuckles. “But you love me. And I love you. And we’re still here.” Frank says with a smirk, lifting his wine glass up to toast.
Bill smirks back, feeling boastful about his survival skills. “Yes. Yes, we are.” He raises his wine glass to cheer with Frank’s.
They cheer, each relishing in the taste of fine wine that coats their tongue. Smiling at their shared survival. Both silently thanking the universing for gifting them to each other. Finishing off their glasses- Bill starts again, a certain vigor finding it’s way to his lips. “My dad…he was a big military guy. Air force…and when I was thirteen I tried-” He inhales, his tongue getting tied. “He stopped me. Said that I’d never be a real man if I went down that path. That it was wrong…dirty.” Bill exhales, the memory suddenly feeling a bit lighter, “ So I just…didn’t. Kissed a girl- once. She uhh turns out there were two gay people in town.” An awkward laugh escapes his lips, as he uncomfortably picks at his soup.
"And your mom? Did you ever?"
Bill freezes, his voice quivering slightly. “No…I wanted to I just didn’t know how she’d take it and-”
“I understand Bill.” Frank reassures him.
“She always wanted me to settle down…find someone to love.” His clear blue eyes look up at Frank’s. “I just don’t think this is how she imagined it…”
“Oh Bill…” Frank says softly, rushing over to pull him into a hug.
“I’m sorry.” Bill sniffles, trying and failing to hold back the tears. “Ruining the day-”
Frank continues to comfort him. Delivering soft kisses to his tear stained cheek. “Don’t be sorry.” A soft smile on his face as he says, “This is part of pride.” Pressing a kiss to his lover’s lips. “Being who we are…” his hands wrap around Bill’s “Loving who we love despite all the things that say we shouldn’t. Adversity is part of it.” Frank offers him a soft smile. “It’s why we celebrate!”
Bill returns the expression with a pouty smile of his own. “And we’re still here.” He says repeating Frank’s words from earlier.
“And we’re still here.” He repeats, pressing another soft kiss against Bill’s lips. A chuckle spilling from his lips as he takes ahold of the bottle of wine, “Old. Gay. And still here!” he says drinking straight from the bottle.
That’s enough to break Bill from his guilt. A full hearty laugh erupting from him. “Alright that’s enough!” he says grabbing the bottle from his boyfriend, just to steal a swig himself.
“Hey! You need to share!” Frank chastises.
Bill shakes his head, maneuvering out of Frank’s reach. Laughing at the half-hearted fight. They continue on, chasing one another through the winery. Though the store had stood for many years, these would be the first sounds of its kind to be heard here. The thump of footsteps rumbling along the old wooden floors. The heavy boots of the men fall like feathers, light and airy. Laughter echoing through the abandoned hallways. Bill swapping between his high toned giggles and heavy pants. Frank’s laughter is more subdued, but no less heartful; his weak taunts doing little to threaten his opponent. Despite Bill’s steady hand, small droplets of wine escape the bottle, seeping into the wood. Their mark being made. Frank is quick to catch up; his slender arms catching Bill’s waist.
“Oh no you don’t!” Frank says, holding onto Bill tighter as he attempts to make an escape.
Bill just laughs. His resilience rapidly deteriorates when he’s in Frank’s arms. “You win!” He proclaims, letting his head rest back on his lover’s shoulder. “You win…” he repeats, feeling on top of the world.
Frank’s face relaxes as he eases his grip on Bill; eyes tracing his partner’s tranquil expression. “Yeah…I did win.” He smiles, taking his trophy of the wine bottle and hydrating himself from the short run. They rest momentarily, recovering from the physical excursion. Their hearts pounding in time. “The pie.” Frank says abruptly, the day’s itinerary forcing its way to the front of his mind.
“Hmm?” Bill says, only half paying attention to anything being said. He is dealing with something else at the moment.
“I made the pie. Strawberry rhubarb pie-” He is cut off with a kiss by Bill.
“Pie can wait.” Bill insists, leaning deeper into the passionate embrace. Giving himself over to all the desires he wanted, but thought he could never have.
The sun sets over the small town of Lincoln. Bill and Frank wander back home on unsteady feet, holding hands the whole way home. Walking up the public streets, so hopelessly in love with each other. That same love that currently covered the town in rainbow flags and banners. A love strong enough to survive in a world where little did. At home they eat cold pie and carry on light conversation about days past. Reminiscing on their youths and follies. Quick to turn in early, both men exhausted by the day’s events.
As they tuck into bed, Bill feels a tear strike at his eye. He watches dutifully as Frank falls asleep. Observing the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. Admiring just how beautiful of a man Frank really was. That perfectly sculpted nose. Fully shapely beard. Soft age lines etched into his soft skin. And had his eyes been open, sparkling blue eyes. Bill thinks back to what his mother had told him time again. To find someone nice. Kind. Someone he could take care of. Someone who would take care of him. Someone to love. To grow old with. Someone to make the living worthwhile. And as Bill looks over at Frank, he can’t help but remember that his mother never did specify it had to be a woman.
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I am unreasonably angry about this clown.
As a kid I used to have this recurring dream (a nightmare, I suppose, though at the time I wasn't scared) about a clown. I strongly dislike them now. However, the dreams were super weird, so that means I am going to write aaaalll about them for you all. Here it goes:
I used to have a recurring dream that I could fly. The dreams were so unnervingly realistic and frequent that, when I was very small, I thought maybe I actually could. In the dreams, flight was difficult. It took all my effort just to hover in place a few feet. If I tried to move in the air or lay flat like a super-hero, I would fall.
I don't remember how old I was when the clown started showing up. Most of my flight dreams took place in a dream version of wherever I had dozed off, but one night, I instead found myself alone at a circus, unable to find my parents. I had never actually been to a circus. My only understanding of them was what I'd read about in books combined with the visuals of an amateur clown mural painted behind the ski ball machines at Mr. Gatti's. Naturally, my child-brain conjured up the most stereotypical circus imaginable.
I did not register anything sinister about the circus or the clown at first. The clown promised to help me find my parents if I told him the truth about whether or not I could fly. I told him that I could, but that it was hard and didn't always work. The clown said he would teach me how to fly better because it was the only way to find my parents.
This led to a shift in the flight dreams. The clown showed up in more and more of them. He would watch while I practiced flying. I never got much better at it, at least not that I remember, and I don't recall him actually doing anything to help or teach me much, either. Sometimes he did weird things, though: once, tried to convince dream-me that I should go stand in the cage with a lion because I was "good" and therefore the lion would be my friend and not hurt me. Dream-me just thought the clown was kind of stupid and must not realize that lions don't work that way. Mostly, though, the clown just watched me try to fly while I failed far more than I succeeded He became just another odd staple of the recurring flight dream, and one I mostly ignored.
The very last clown dream I can remember took me yet again back to the circus. He told me that he had a surefire way to get me to learn to fly faster: I needed to walk off the edge of a cliff. Now, if you all are hoping for any conclusion to this rambling story, I hate to tell you that there is none. At that point I decided I did not like the direction the dream was headed and woke myself up. I have not dreamed of the clown again. The flight dreams do still happen sometimes, though they are less frequent. Even though the clown has left my dreams, I have so very many other strange ones. I think something is very messed up with my sleeping brain.
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The idea of Casey being the one to pick up the pieces when Splinter dies.
It's Casey who sets off the crusher with nothing but a cold "oops."
He carries Splinters body when the rest are too mortified to touch it.
He's the one who steals flowers from the park and a florists, wracking his brain for ones the man once said we're signifsnt.
And not missing the suprised luck from Leo when he gets them right.
It's Casey who sits silent through the short funeral, pulls out tissues from nowhere and ends up sending them all back to the lair.
And than buries Splinter with a final goodbye.
Casey gets the van, sliding into the drivers seat.
April sits beside him, mumbling something about a farm house.
Her eyes are wide and she's rambling withouy realising it, Casey puts a hand on get her shoulder and mimes breathing in and out.
Which she does, she gives him some directions and he nods.
He gives her his hoodie, she's not cold but it's bigger on her and it was grounding when he needed both hands to drive.
She was out like a light before long.
Everyone else is silent, Casey just focused on the road and as he drives the rest fall asleep.
Their completly exhausted now the danger was gone.
Even if they were far from processing what had happened.
Casey settled into the drive, he doesn't allow the sigh that fills his whole his body until Raph starts snoring.
His father said many things, but if it was one true it was that Jones were survivors.
He would survive, just like he always had.
He fiddled with the radio, turning it low and followed the country roads.
Vaguely he recalled he had killed a man today.
Casey decided it didn't matter.
April had mentioned the farm house before, knew it was well looked after. Casey didn't expect it to have much food and made a note of the nearest shop.
They'd be living out tins and microwaved meals for a bit but they'd survive.
Casey gently carried them all inside, even if Mikey and April had latched onto him like a Koala and made putting them down harder.
He decided against putting them in the rooms, knowing they'd wake up panicked if they were alone.
So he settled on making a blanket fort in the living room.
He ignored the thought that was how he and his sis had slept after their mum died.
Dad had gotten drunk.
Their wasn't any booze in the farmhouse, he double checked.
The others had ended up in a snoring tangle of limbs and blankets.
Hope they like soup.
He dug out some stuff, humming a tune to himself.
If it was one his mum used to sing, he kept that to himself.
That and the way his hand was shaking.
Casey decided that didn't matter either.
The luxury for breaking down was 200 miles back.
The others were slowly getting up, no one spoke and Casey quietly served the soup before leaving them to eat.
No one noticed him leaving, too caught up with their own demons and greif.
He made his way outside, getting some feed for the chickens.
He sat down, not realising how long he stayed their till one pecked at his hand.
When dud the stars come out?
If Casey didn't know any better he'd say the Chicken was worried about him.
"Jones Survive... But not all or them."
His hands were shaking.
Casey stuffed them in his pockets before realising he wasn't wearing his hoodie.
And he was shivering.
The chicken clucked at him, settling in his lap and he rubbed her feathers.
"There gonna be okay, it'll hurt. I don't think it ever stops you know? Wonder who'll crack first... Not the funnest guessing game. I'm no shrink but being together helps."
The chicken clucked as if to ask if so, why was he outside alone.
"Being together helps when it's your family." Casey was many things but he knew he wasn't family.
At least he was a stray that never went way.
At most he was a friend.
But Casey Jones wasn't family.
Not where it counted.
It wasn't to say they didn't care about him or that he didn't care about them.
He would die for them... He would ki-...
The chicken nuzzled his shaking hands.
"I'm not... We're not....you know you are really nosey for a chicken."
The chicken clucked, like "not falling for that Jones" but stayed nuzzling Casey's shaking hands.
Casey smiled a little.
"Think you and I are gonna be good friends, Doc."
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⚜ — a study in knightgirlisms; the jean gender (jeander) analysis.
nobody asked but i am answering anyway.
this is entirely a self indulgent word vomit, but for some context: i have been diseased about jean for a really really long time. of course throughout the years my interest in genshin has had its ups and downs, so in starting gnostic hymns and revisiting my oldest and dearest fav, a lot of old headcanons and thoughts are resurfacing.
since i now have an outlet to voice them: welcome to my completely disorganized ramble about jean gunnhildr being just a girl.
For what is literally the oldest clan in Mondstadt, the actual information we have on the Gunnhildr clan itself doesn't detail any more than two (2) of its leaders since earning its name.
The first, its namesake, Gunnhildr. The second? Jean.
We actually never have it specified why or how Jean has been chosen as its successor, just that her mother has raised her to be. Reasonably, one would assume that her mother had been its leader based on such, but then even that isn't outright stated. All you get to know about Frederica Gunnhildr is that she's a knight of the clan. Awesome. We literally don't even know what being leader of the Gunnhildr clan means in present times.
And you can't exactly correlate the status of successor to the (seemingly entirely separate) title of Dandelion/Lion Fang Knight that was given to Jean at age fifteen, as it has literally nothing to do with the Gunnhildrs at all and was also given to her after she would have been declared the clan's successor.
I would like to believe that the Gunnhildr clan's leaders have been predominantly female, but then again I couldn't really tell you. They have existed for three thousand years so only having two names doesn't prove much of anything.
The biggest takeaway, at least, is that Jean's entire life has been focused upon becoming a knight. From day one she has known that protecting Mondstadt would be her purpose, and has carried the weight of countless responsibilities and expectations. Regardless of the gender of those who she was surrounded by, Jean never really had a chance to care for much other than her future. Trivial things that would be considered traditionally feminine just didn't matter as much.
To top it off, we know Jean to have been childhood friends with Diluc (as well as Kaeya by association though I actually cannot recall if that relationship is every explicitly mentioned in canon) which I personally think would only aid in her disinterest in femininity. Who needs to care about dresses and makeup when you can chase your friend around with a stick or whatever.
So now you're thinking "Lina what the fuck does this have to do with right now" and that's a really fair question so here's the part of the essay that is actually the whole point of why we are here.
I think, to put it plainly, Jean's relationship with gender (specifically femininity) is complicated. It plays a very small role in the world as she views it. However I believe that the part of Jean that does perceive it wishes to be more in touch with it.
It's an absent kind of thing-- she didn't have the time for it as a child and she certainly doesn't have the time for it now-- but I believe it to be there in a couple of things. The most specific being her affinity for romance.
This is the part of the post where I look you in the face and tell you that Hoyoverse sucks and is wrong and I am about to entirely undermine a single sentence of their stupid fucking lore.
From Character story 5:
Master Jean has yet another secret.
No matter how many times she has read the historical classics, despite her title of Dandelion Knight, and though she has become the Acting Grand Master whom everyone relies on...
Jean still loves romance novels.
This is not for the years as a young girl that she missed amid her training and duties, or due to the rift that formed in her parents' marriage.
Jean simply yearns for the mutual attraction spoken of in such stories, for those emotions as subtle and fragile as spider-silk.
As a knight, she must put Mondstadt and the Knights of Favonius first.
But...
I'M SORRY?
Be so for real right now. What. Like. What. Huh. Wh.
So basically this entire post was to come down to this one line and tell you all in a very loud TED Talk sort of way that I don't know what the fuck Hoyo is trying to say by declaring neither of those things to have ANY relation to this interest, but that I disagree. I think it makes perfect sense for a woman who was denied girlhood to have wistful thoughts of romance like in the books. I feel it seems ridiculously out of place as a part of her character without that context, in fact.
Fuck this noise. Anyhow.
Her summer skin in game also has quite the flowery description, as follows:
The Acting Grand Master's life runs like the gears of a machine, driven by the great force of heavy responsibility, constantly being ground down by work.
Over time, the armor of chivalry has become like Jean's second skin, the presentation of proper dress code and a formal image becoming ever more firmly forged into her nature.
But in truth, Jean is no older than the ordinary young women around her.
In the novels that these young ladies enjoy, gorgeous gowns are as quintessential as sun, moon, and starlight themselves, and some opulent noble scions do indeed sit pretty in dresses that sprawl out like palaces, their hem-lines and long skirts intertwined like the lapping waves of the sea.
Perhaps Jean once had such romantic aspirations too. After all, who has never hankered after the blissful beauty of luxury?
Which I think, when tied in with the knowledge of her love for those novels, highlights an interest in more than just the relationships within them.
(Also this outfit having been a shared effort by just about every friend of hers within Mondstadt, I can't help but assume that the way she seems to covet the idea of being Just A Girl is something that those close to her have picked up on. Especially Barabara, Amber, and Lisa.)
So, at the end of it all, I offer you my silly little knight who (whether hoyo agrees or not) has some internalized self image things to work out that she never will because she's literally this tweet.
If you read all this thank you i owe you money for your time.
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chapter 27. cutting class (office edition)
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synopsis: when jeno took over his family's empire, yn was the last person he expected to see given their past. now, she's in a relationship with one of his best friends, and he's left wondering about "what could have been". surely working together wouldn't revive any unspoken thoughts. right?
warnings// none rlly
rest of written chapter after the line break;
word count: around 1k maybe (i didnt proofread this so gg HAHA)
"you're really insane you know that right?" you say, strapping in your seatbelt. "like, during work hours? what are we? uni students cutting class?" you couldn't believe you were here, sitting in jeno's car. in broad daylight. in the middle of a work day. and you weren't drunk or passed out. you were completely sober. sober enough to tell something was off.
"and you forget i'm the ceo, so i can do whatever i want." he says, smiling at you. you swear your heartrace sped up a bit. but maybe it was also just cause he started zooming out that parking lot and you were fearing your life. well, you knew it wasn't the car or his driving but yeah, let's go with that.
"where are you taking me?" you ask.
"a surprise isn't a surprise if i tell you y/n" jeno answers back. eyes never leaving the road other than occasional glances on you to check if you were still okay. you've been driving for 30 minutes now and you were getting antsy.
"just sleep." he says. "i'll tell you when we get there and you'll have energy to finish your report when we get back."
"we're getting back in time for that? what happened to the report can wait til tomorrow huh?" you challenge him.
"just sleep." he says, arm moving to turn on the radio and before you know it, you're drifting off to sleep.
"you can wake up now." jeno's voice brings you back to reality and you stir in your seat. eyes adjusting to the light, vision trying to process where you were.
"is that..?" you stutter.
"yup, welcome back." he says, getting out the car.
you follow him. "i thought bringing you down a little trip down memory lane would help you cheer up a bit. i didn't know how much of these places you've gotten to see since you got back since i give you a lot of work i don't know if you have time to go around but these always cheered you up back then so i thought i'd give it a try. so, tada, welcome back to snu!"
you smile at him. he's rambling, he's nervous. you weren't sure how pleased you were with the idea of going down memory lane to the places and times that made you fall in love with him all those years ago but he was trying, so you thought you'd give him a chance. after all, he was right. you haven't been back in a while, maybe nostalgia was good.
you both walk inside campus, and watch as the students walk past, just like you guys once did all those years ago before you moved to new york. you guys walk around, reminiscing about your university days.
"remember when jisung first started uni and he had just joined the group?" you start. "i swear he hid behind that tree and i could see him calming his breathing because he was so scared of you guys." you remember laughing. the two of you were sitting on a bench. one of the many places you and your friends used to hang out in between classes.
jeno laughs. "he was not scared."
"yes he was! he looked petrified" you say, recalling the thought of a first year jisung, nervous to meet his hyungs, who now happen to be his best friends.
"well how about that kid in professor choi's class, the stuck up kid. what was his name?"
"uhh dowoon? doyeon? i don't remember." you try thinking.
"yeah, him. remember when professor choi was asking lee seohun a question and he responded and embarrassed himself in front of the whole class," jeno says laughing.
you follow along, "i remember! i think professor choi said something along the lines of how we were all seated separately and he just went "cause i'm different and just that good" and the whole room went silent."
"that was a good time." he says, staring off into the field.
silence falls between you two, it's comfortable silence. not the type you have to be worried about. just the two of you, reminiscing about university, like old friends would.
"hey you wanna go somewhere else?" jeno asks.
"where would we go?" you ask him, curious.
"there's one more memorable place we haven't seen yet."
the two of you get to the beach right as the sun starts setting.
"it's gorgeous." you say, sighing out to the distance, not noticing the man staring at you when he responds "yeah, it is."
this was a memorable beach. it was where you and your friends had your outings. it was where they went to play beach volleyball or eat ice cream during the weekend. you would go there often to read, get some peace and hear the waves crashing to calm you down. this was your place. it was where you would run to when things get too much and jeno would often find you here, ready to bring you back home. this beach had a lot of memories. memories you cherished, and memories you wanted to erase. this was the same beach where jeno rejected you.
the truth was, he didn't reject you per se. you had gotten that offer to study in new york and you wanted to tell him. you've had all these feelings for him for the longest time and you thought you should tell him before you left, and so you did. you were willing to give it up if he told you too, that's how much you loved him. it's not wasy to confess to your best friend. he was your person, and you were his. it was a stupid idea really. but when he just stood there unable to speak and respond starting his sentence with "i'm sorry", that was all you needed to hear. you had never wanted to fly out and move away so badly. you left the next week.
"you're crying again." you hear him say softly next to you. you break out of your thoughts and quickly wipe the tears off your face. "oh, sand got in my eye." you say as an excuse even if you and him both know, it wasn't sand that got in your eye.
"i think we should head back." he says.
"yea i think we should." you reply back.
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"I can't be a dad, I don't know how to braid hair." "That was not what I expected you to panic about, but okay we can fix that." / writer's choice
Also for @invisibleraven who asked for the same prompt for rulie.
A sort of spiritual successor to this prompt fill
Six months.
Reggie’s not sure if he’s ever had any relationship last this long. Technically, he’s not even sure if this relationship has lasted this long. It all depended on where he wanted to start counting.
If he started from the night he and Julie first got together. The night that was meant to be a one time thing. Then they’ve definitely hit that six month mark.
If, instead, he counted from when they sat down and actually talked about what they were. The day they openly acknowledged that maybe this wasn’t as much of a casual thing as they were both pretending it was. Then well, it’s still the longest he’s ever been with anyone but not by much.
Which was great, more than great, it was awesome. Reggie never knew any relationship could be like this. And he really wanted it to keep going. Which is why he wanted to talk to Julie about finally letting everyone know they were dating.
They’d agreed to keep everything secret, first because well they weren’t exactly dating. Then because, well, after the media circus their last relationships had turned into, it was nice having something be just theirs. Plus, though he didn’t tell Julie, he didn’t want to jinx it. It was an entirely irrational chain of thinking but after so many of his past relationships had gone down the drain after he told his friends and family, he’d sort of started keeping most of his relationships secret in the early stages.
He thought he wouldn’t have to worry about that with Julie but he didn’t want to risk it. Not at first.
Except now, he’s wondering if he was right to worry. In the few days since he’s decided to bring up the subject with her, Julie she’s been acting…off. Withdrawn, distant, avoiding being alone around him. Every quickly averted guilty gaze and hasty excuse rending another piece of his heart.
By the time Julie finally asks if they can talk, he’s worried himself to the point where he’s resigned himself to the idea that she’s about to end things with him. Unsure of what it is he’s done wrong. Maybe they should have just been more open about the whole thing from the very beginning.
He sits stiffly on the edge of her bed, fingers fidgeting with the edges of his flannel. She’s just as stiff beside him, staring at her shoes, clearly chewing the inside of her bottom lip. He can’t recall there ever being this much awkward tension between the two of them, his mind races trying to think of anything to fix whatever it is he’s broken. He can’t come up with anything but his mind runs away from him regardless.
“Julie, I’m sorry.”
Her curls bounce around her, nearly hitting her in the face, she turns so fast to finally, finally look at him. Her eyes glittering under her plethora of fairy lights, heavy with that guilty look again under her confused brows. Definitely not helping know what to do.
He doesn’t even realize he’s continued to ramble, more apologies if he had to guess. He honestly doesn’t know, and he pretty much forgets entirely when Julie’s hands cradle his face, gently forcing him to keep and maintain eye contact with her.
“No, no Reggie. I’m sorry. I know I should have said something sooner but I wasn’t sure how, and I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Slowly her hands drop from his face and now she’s back to averting her gaze. “It’s not something we’ve talked about. We’ve been so careful I didn’t think we’d need to talk about it.”
Any theory and worst case scenario he’s had continues to run through his brain but not one of them fit quite right with what she’s saying. “I don’t….what’s going on?”
She sighs deeply, “I’m late.”
“Late?”
“My period, Reggie.” She says through a groan. “It’s late.”
His mind goes silent as her words sink in, realization slowly dawning on him. “You’re pregnant?” He barely manages to whisper out. “I-I can’t, Julie, I can't be a dad, I don't know how to braid hair."
"That was not what I expected you to panic about, but okay we can fix that." She says, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, her other hand grabbing hold of his. “Besides, I don’t know if I’m pregnant yet.”
“You don’t?”
“I haven’t taken a test yet,” She guiltily laughs “Not really sure, if I’m ready. For any of it.”
He pulls his hand out of hers but only so he can wrap her tighter in a hug. “We’ll figure it out, Jules, I promise.”
#rulie#rulie relajante#kept listening to Dangerous Hands - Austin Giorgio writing this#I went through like 4 variations of this prompt
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HAPPY SASAMYUUTAI OPENING DAY!
I've just returned from the very first show, and now you people have to hear me shriek about it! I took copious notes, so sit back, relax, and let's crack open a cold one with these boys. There will of course be spoilers, so if you're waiting for the stream on the 31st to watch the show, then go on, git. Everyone else, behind the cut!
"How many people went?"
It's only opening day, so there will be more people at later shows (I was 8th row today, but I'll only be 15th row next Friday), but the theater was filled to about 50% capacity. It should be noted that more people will probably be attending shows that have after-talks with the cast, which this one did not, so it wasn't as 'in-demand'.
Before the actual show started, they had an announcement over the speakers to tell audience members the rules of the theater (normal stuff). This is often done by actors in character for musicals and plays based on anime and such, so this time it was Miyano delivering an announcement from the 'Disciplinary Committee' XDD He was interrupted about halfway through by Sasaki who was mostly there to distract and flirt.
The opening 'credits' where they introduced the cast were hella gorgeous. They overlaid this beautiful moving night-sky-scape over most of the set, and there was a kind of laser light show almost that was really intricately choreographed. I can't wait for the stream so everyone else can see it and hope it comes through. It was kinda breathtaking!
For the play itself, let's get one thing clear: they had to trim a LOT of fat. They shrank nearly 7 volumes down to just 2 hours of time, which is like half the anime. I was worried that was going to result in a rushed product that didn't have any of the heart of the original. However, while I won't say it was PERFECT, and it DID feel a bit rushed, it was still true to the original manga, I thought, and they did a great job of snipping and rearranging and revising scenes to allow a more rapid pace. Kudos to the scriptwriter!
Anyone who's read the manga knows that the first volume has a LOT of flashbacks and isn't really told in chronological order. The scriptwriter wisely said "fuck that" and told the story in order. So we start with the fight scene and then develop Sasaki and Miyano's relationship from there.
Sensei mentioned in the pamphlet interview that they had actually ADDED a few scenes from the manga that didn't make it into the anime, which was shocking to me considering how much they needed to shorten it, but they did indeed add a few scenes--even some ORIGINAL scenes. One of those scenes was a scene of Kuresawa and Miyano talking in the nurse's office after Miyano escorts Kuresawa away from the fight. It's here that Kuresawa mentions the reason for the fight (a scene we don't see until much later in the manga, and even then it's between Kuresawa and Sasaki). It was a nice little addition to help you understand that these two were already friends. The early minutes of the play have a fair bit of Miyano-Kuresawa-and Tashiro bonding scenes that reinforce their friendship for the audience.
Hanzawa is also introduced VERY early; we actually SEE him talking to Miyano a bit before he asks him to deliver the printouts to Hirano in chapter 3.
One way they increased the pace of the action, too, was to actually just…increase the pace of speaking. These boys' mouths were ROCKET SHIPS, and this was particularly amusing when Miyano went on his long and rambling rants XD his word vomit nearly became just that.
One thing that I found a little jarring, though, was the interspersing of monologue and dialogue. In the Live Reading events, we saw the lines that were meant to be in the characters' heads given a bit of echo-y reverb, which worked well. They tried it here too, to much less success IMHO. This was mostly because the lines were going so quickly and the switch between internal/external happening back and forth and back and forth. There were more than a few times I was like o_O before recalling "oh right that was supposed to be said in his head."
In the play, Sasaki reads the manga he first borrows from Miyano on the same day as he receives it, giving his thoughts on the manga he received in the morning later that afternoon. Miyano is shocked, since he EXPLICITLY told Sasaki not to read it in public, but Sasaki assures him he did it on the rooftop, where no one would see. I assume this was a change to avoid having to do scene changes and indications of time passing, and it worked nicely I thought. Sasaki sneaking off to read porn on the school rooftop seems likely XD
There was no Valentine's Day scene and no pocky scene, but we did get the cookies scene and Miyano explaining how he got into BL. And of course the BLEP made it in a-okay, fret not! Ogasawara's introduction was retained as well.
I also don't know HOW it wasn't fixed in rehearsals, since it must have been happening all the time, but these boys were dropping their cell phones left and right when they would bend over and it would slip from their pockets. Sasaki dropped his first and continued on with a scene, and then Miyano in another scene dropped his and it clattered OFF THE STAGE and into the audience and Kuresawa had to jump down into the audience seats to recover it lmao.
Some scenes had to be removed entirely or merged with others to streamline the show, and one of those was…Sports Day. Yes, the entire confession setting was changed lol. This wasn't SO bad actually; Sasaki confesses quietly on the train, Miyano quietly freaks out about it, and then we immediately segue to the next day where they're talking about a new manga (as at Sports Day), and Miyano is reflecting that WHEW they're acting normally and he had nothing to worry about and maybe he mishear--"I'm in love with you, Miyano."
The mask scene where Sasaki watches him sleep as well as the phone call were of course retained and were quite cute.
The next major scene is when Miyano learns he's been volunteered to do the drag pageant, and Hanzawa's laughter is quite creepy here. A+++ job to the actor. When they rope in Kuresawa to play backup to Miyano's entry, Hanzawa tries to get Tashiro to cross-dress as well…and actually wears him down. This leads to a scene that will likely be a daily ad-lib scene, where each show has a different bit of ad-libbing here. Hanzawa brings out a paper bag that he says has an outfit he's sure will look great on Tashiro. The thing is, I think the costume staff put things in there WITHOUT TELLING THE ACTORS WHAT IT IS, so they get surprised by the contents as well. Today, it was a pair of what looked like knock-off Minnie Mouse ears, complete with a bow.
Shortly after this scene, Kuresawa tries on his schoolgirl outfit and makes his appearance as 'Tasuko'. When he swans out on stage, he asks a random audience member in the front row if he looks good. When she inevitably says he does, he apologizes and says he has a girlfriend already.
It's around here that a few scenes get rolled together. There are two separate scenes of Miyano trying on his pageant outfit in the manga: chapter 22 and chapter 23. These are combined into a single scene, with Hanzawa giving the talk to Miyano from Chapter 22 rolling right into him getting called away and Sasaki finding Miyano in Chapter 23, even though in canon these seem to take place on separate days.
We then move into the cultural festival itself. At one point, Tashiro, Miyano, and Kuresawa run around looking at all the booths. Tashiro spots one waaaay in the back, and they squint to read it: "Sasaki and Miyano…is getting…a movie!" XDDD cue clapping from the audience for anyone who managed to miss the announcement before.
At the Badboy Fortune-telling Cafe this time, we actually get Ogasawara in addition to Sasaki and Hirano. Unfortunately for Sasaki, this means he gets chewed out from both sides about not looking rough enough around Miyano. They drag him to the side to do a My Fair Lady (My Bad Boy?) on him in another segment that will probably be ad-libbed daily.
In today's scene, Ogasawara tells Sasaki to deliver a one-liner from a 'badboy with two completely different sides to him' (kind of like the trope of the badboy who adopts a kitten), and Sasaki comes up with: "Yo bitch, can't believe you kept me waitin' for our date, but gosh your makeup looks absolutely divine."
After this, Ogasawara drags Tashiro away for a 'Become a Badboy' experience, which Tashiro is absolutely stoked for XD "Become a badboy in body and soul!"
At the drag pageant, we finally see Miyano all dolled up and…I'm sorry XD;;;; to Miyano's absolute delight I'm sure, he doesn't look ANYTHING like a girl, let alone a beautiful one lmao. They tried! But they failed.
A new scene is added among the four third-years as they reflect on this being their last cultural festival together ;;;;; and then when they decide to go watch the fireworks together…Sasaki of course peaces out to go be with Miyano, much to Ogasawara's irritation, who must be bodily dragged away by wingmen Hirano and Hanzawa.
The fireworks in the fireworks scene were tbh a little underwhelming, because I expected them to do more effects like they had in the opening, but otherwise it was just lovely. They REALLY paid loving homage to sensei's hand fetish. We are being fed well.
One scene I was DELIGHTED to see newly added was…the New Year's extra! Yes, to streamline things and/or give more of the cast time to shine, they switched the movie date for this scene. I definitely didn't mind, as it's a scene we didn't get to see in the anime (and they stuck fairly close to it), and also we got to see more of Miyano's KagiHira brainrot when Hirano showed up with Sasaki rather than his roommate on his arm.
But it wasn't just them showing up…Hanzawa showed up too--WITH HIS BROTHER. Yup, Masaomi is actually in the play for a couple of different scenes with quite a few lines! HANZAWA MASAOMI, WHO WAS NOT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL FOR THIS PLAY, HAD MORE 'SCREENTIME' THAN KAGIURA AKIRA IN THE ENTIRE ANIME. The Kagi-kun erasure is real.
It's during this new year's scene that Miyano realizes his feelings and decides to confess, so we quickly segue into the next bit with all the near-misses of Miyano trying to corner Sasaki and failing. The almost-kiss in the stairwell was done really well and seemed natural. After Sasaki runs away and Miyano reaffirms his own feelings for Sasaki, we even get some shoujo doritos like in the anime. Throwback!
The kiss scene was….something. In a very good way. Of course, the actors weren't actually going to kiss, so if you're hoping for that, get outta here lol. Even without Covid, I doubt they would have had actual lip-locking. You don't usually see that here, even for actual BL plays. So I was wondering how they were going to hide it. They did it really tastefully, angling their bodies so you couldn't see their actual faces but they were clearly still 'kissing'. One thing I REALLY liked, though, was that while in the manga, Miyano keeps his bag on his shoulder when they kiss, here--perhaps because of bodily logistics, maybe it kept sliding off--they have Sasaki take the bag from his shoulder for him when he steps in for a kiss. And he just does it…so slowly…and carefully, peeling it off of Miyano and gently setting it down before cupping his cheek. It got me. That's some good shit right there.
And that, friends, is the "Sasaki and Miyano" stage play! It was a fantastic show, and I can't wait to go again (I'll be back at it Friday!). As a reminder, the final two shows will be livestreamed on the interwebs, so everyone will be able to see it in living color next Sunday Japan time (Saturday 11 PM EST and Sunday 3 AM EST). Details like cost and how to watch haven't been announced yet, but I'll definitely post them here.
Hope this was somewhat coherent!
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Quick blurb based off that dream I had where Witch!Sloot lost her memories and was being coerced into marrying Heimdall (or was it Baldur? Both? Fuck it), but Odin was also creeping because he probably knew Heimdall wouldn't be able to convince me to give up my magic knowledge...and also probably sucks at sex lol
"It's not as if I'm going to have you teach me everything right away," Odin clarified. "I'd rather have you gain your own memories back before you make the effort to pass them onto someone else." He looked at ____ as she stood in her new chambers. "You're well worth the wait."
____ fiddled with the beaded bracelet on her left hand absentmindedly. It was the first of many gifts from the Aesir--a sign of goodwill and understanding, with the name Odin had decided to give her. "Just until you remember your own," he'd said. Even if she didn't recall it, she knew that the runes on her gift spelled something she KNEW didn't feel right to her. It couldn't ever be her name or identity.
"And...this courtship? Could that possibly be at my own pace as well?" She looked up at him and nervously tried to gauge his expression. "I-I'm not saying I'm ungrateful, or that Heimdall is--"
"A cruel, selfish, egotistical bully?" Odin finished. "An asshole? Wound entirely too tight and obsessed with making me proud?" He smiled wryly. "I'm not blind, at least not in both eyes." He continued as he walked closer to ____ as she sat on her bed. "Heimdall's painfully flawed, but aside from Thor he's my most powerful child and the one I trust over anyone else. Loyalty is an important trait, especially in a marriage." He placed a hand on Darling's shoulder to comfort them. "He may not realize it yet, but having one other person to spend time around and share his life and thoughts with will do him some good."
Darling tried to imagine Heimdall's gaze being anything but cold, condescending, and irritating to behold. Him touching her, not like when he'd first discovered her wandering and aimless around the Wall and harshly dragging her by the neck to Odin. Could he be gentle? Kind?
At least his father could be. She'd only been a guest of the Aesir for a few weeks, but he always seemed like he was trying to make her feel like family. "I have good intuition, and I don't need my powers to know you're the kind of woman that can melt ice with that warmth of yours. Why do you think Thrúd and the Midgardians took to you so quickly, hm?" She felt his worn calloused thumb brush her skin. "Even me, the most guarded being in the Realms. I always try to be cautious, but when I saw you I knew you were the type to nurture people instead of hurting or deceiving them. I..."
He trailed off for a moment, and spoke to them in a gentle voice with a small warm smile. "Well. I was going to say you remind me of Frigg, but our relationship was rife with hurt and deceit--not all of it hers, but still. If anything, you're like my Fjörgyn, may her soul be at peace. And a wife like that, like you'll be? That's something even Heimdall will realize is worth treasuring."
____ held her breath as Odin looked at her, and his hand inched further up her neck. But right as she was about to try and move away, or say something, he sighed through his nose and gave her a quick pat on the back.
"I won't waste any more of your time, bringing up all my wives and rambling on about marriage and your betrothed's less-than-endearing flaws. Get some rest, hm?"
____ nodded and felt her shoulders relax as he walked out of the room. "Thank you," she said quietly. She always felt the need to say that every time he was around. He DID give her a new home, and he'd been nothing but congenial and patient with her as she tried to parse through her fragmented memories. She owed him a great debt, even if she wished she wasn't paying it by marrying Heimdall. Still...the way he'd touched her just now, looked at her with an odd look in his eyes--clearly shining with something mysterious and off-putting when he complimented her--ot left her feeling uneasy. "I'll do my best to be a good wife to Heimdall."
That uneasiness turned to dread for just a moment after he summoned his ravens to take him away. The caws of his familiars nearly hid what he said next as he was swept away to another realm, with a smile that only looked like he was half-joking. "I don't doubt it; if anything, he should be promising to be a good husband to you. But if he fails, I'll find someone more suitable to keep you as his wife. Someone with experience."
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What do you think about the power level of recent sets as pertaining to eternal formats?
Ok, so, how do you define "recent sets"... And "eternal formats" too. I will try to give my thoughts according to my interpretation of that, but it's fuzzier than you'd think.
I will say anything recent is anything more recent than any set legal in standard, and eternal formats cover Legacy, Vintage, Commander and Modern. I'll also put in a read more because that ended up being a pretty long ramble.
First of all, I'll clear up a bunch of them at once: Standard set have been fine, and in fact pretty great. They've provided powerful pieces to older formats, of course, be it Fable of the Mirror-Breaker, Sheoldred, Ledger Shredder, Channel lands,... And all and all, if you ask me? Those have been pretty natural additions to the formats. Cards at the upper end of the standard power-level finding synergies and homes in decks.
Of these, channel lands are maybe the biggest offender here, as easy one-of answers any deck in their color can play, but in those formats playing a non-fetchable one color land that isn't a basic is actually a cost, even if it's one that people end up paying for Otawara and Boseiju.
I also need to address the beans in the room: Up the Beanstalk has been making some pretty impressive waves in older formats. Mostly because of its interaction with those formats' access to many powerful cards that have a "mana value" of 5 or more but can be cast for zero or one mana. I'd argue that this is an issue with those free spells and not Up the Beanstalk, but also I feel like this is a very normal way for cards to break into Eternal formats: through unforeseen interactions within the huge pool of cards of those formats. That's typically how Legacy and Modern got their most iconic cards, and that's why the Vintage restricted list can look so weird to a casual observer, with Ancestral Recall hanging around next to Lodestone Golem and Monastery Mentor.
Now, that leaves us with Baldur's Gate (ie the Initiative set), Warhammer 40,000, Unfinity, Transformers, Jumpstart 2022, the Lord of the Rings set, and very recently Doctor Who. Plus the smattering of commander precons.
From this list, Transformers and Jumpstart had no effect on eternal formats. Doctor Who hasn't had a huge effect so far, but also it released two weeks ago and isn't on Magic Online, so we don't really have any significant amount of data for Legacy or Vintage about that.
This leaves us with Baldur's Gate first, which added Initiative to Legacy, and also Minsc & Boo. Oh, and Pauper suffered Initiative too. While it might have been a mistake, it wasn't really one of power level. Or rather, the power level was fine for the multiplayer formats it was intended for, but unbalanced in the context of 1v1 competitive magic. This was entirely foreseeable even without testing, Monarch did the same thing after all. The question then become: should they tone down commander designs in commander sets that might make them less interesting in commander out of prudence for older formats? I do not have a definitive answer to that. Ideally, they'd be able to balance the two off of their differences.
40K introduced a few cards into eternal formats, but none that I'd qualify as "broken", just some new powerful option, mostly synergy-based. Same with Unfinity, although Unfinity had other issues than power-level. Nothing was too strong, but making half the set eternal-legal including stickers and attractions, underpowering them to avoid competitive issues, and them still sneaking into competitive play, was pretty much the worst of all worlds. Comet and Embiggen and Pair O' Dice Lost are fine. ______ Goblin not so much, but again, not a power level issue. Kappa Cannoneer is a strong card, but I feel about it the same as I do about Up the Beanstalk: situationally strong and dependent on the environment and naturally added as part of a batch.
Which leaves us with the Lord of the Rings set, coincidentally the only one of these to enter Modern on top of legacy. To recap, the cards that mainly see play from this are the landcyclers (chiefly Lòrien Revealed), Orcish Bowmasters and the One Ring. And Forth Eorlingas! in Legacy only, as it is a commander precon card. There's a few others that might see occasional play, but those are the main ones you're likely to see.
The landcyclers I think add to the format's manabases, mostly for graveyard decks. Orcish Bowmasters is an answer, a strong answer, and I don't really like its design, it does a bit too much without even trying. It does one too many things, I feel. Either don't make the token, or only ping the opponent and make the token, or ping creatures but not players and planeswalkers. I'll put Forth Eorlingas in that bag too.
The One Ring is incredibly strong,... But I feel less annoyed by it. It is the One Ring, and it feels appropriate. It's also a 4 mana artifact with counterplay to it, and after spiking up in popularity, it's somewhat stabilized as a staple with both decks playing it and deck preferring other options. Regardless, I don't think its main strength should be being able to play multiple copies of it to dodge any consequences though. It barely cracks the top 50 most played noncreature nonland cards in legacy. So the main issue is in Modern, and again, it's a good problem to have, one that can be handled and isn't by a landslide.
So overall, the few pushed cards in LTR are the only ones I'd qualify as a "problem of power level in recent sets for Eternal formats". A huge part of the problem is that they were injected into Modern alongside Legacy, but also the cards were pushed a bit too far. Overall, not too bad a track record though, most of the additions have felt more or less organic. However, if I looked back six months more and we were discussing Modern Horizons 2, I'd have some more choice words about pushed staples, that was like LTR, but with half of its mythics and a third of its rares instead of a literal handful of cards. I sincerely hope Modern Horizons 3 isn't like that. And I hope future direct injections into modern aren't quite as pushed as LTR's targeted Competitive inserts were.
Oh, and I haven't addressed Commander, for two reasons. One, commander, as a format that isn't competitive, is much, much, much more resilient to any "metagame" or "power level issues" because it basically self-corrects. Two, is that there's less issues there because it's where most of these cards are aimed at. I will say, I don't think the One Ring is a positive addition to commander... But it's also a card too expensive for me to see anyone play it, so...
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Hello! may I request a fluffy fic of Shaka falling in love with male SO and asking him out?
(SFW) Shaka x Male Reader
I just found out posting on my computer doesn't make me edit all the italics back into the text like I have to do on mobile :') Oh how I have suffered.
Thank you Anon for waiting ten decades for me to finish this through a bunch of writer's block, playing email ping-pong back and forth with my college wondering when they're going to give me my degree, and a couple of illnesses (because I'm stupid and forget to reorder my prescriptions sometimes)
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??? years ago
"Just a bit longer - change is coming soon. I can feel it. Then you can finally bring all these wonderful creations to the world."
"I hope so."
You remembered that conversation as yet another government order for bigger, better weapons came in. Would they even be necessary if you just fixed the problems that started the violence?
Sighing, you set aside the clipboard and moved onto something a bit more interesting for the moment. You call it, “selective procrastination.” Today an experiment long awaited for should be reaching its next phase, and you can hardly wait for the new arrival, making time all the more slow.
Ding ding ding!
“Ah! Doctor-” But the older man was already scrambling into the room.
"The first has finished?"
"Yes sir, all indicators have reached their prime. #01 should be rea-"
"Brilliant!!!" He shouts, running down the hall at a speed which no one should be capable of. Your lab coat billows at your feet as you make haste.
—
Good has no face. That was the first belief instilled within him. And so, he covered every inch of flesh, any trace of physical detail. His brethren-counterparts-vegapunks did not even see his face before it was covered. Actually, even he does not recall his complexion. He is synonymous with the helmet, and thus, believed to be a robot by many - and himself.
It's only you that reminds him that there is skin under those gloves, even if it's lab-made.
"I'll make you whatever you want to wear!"
It wasn't something ever forced upon him though. It is just … him, recalling the smile he'd seen since he awakened, and until now.
"A helmet."
While primarily still Vegapunk’s assistant, your secondary talent was fashion - or particularly, fitting Egghead's fashion. And a marvelous helmet it was. Stylish, with all the necessary equipment and tools, radios, etc, that he would need built right in. The first, so to speak, “personalized” object he received.
He already knew moments after he awoke how the lab, how the island, how everything worked. He was given part of Vegapunk's mind after all. But he said nothing as you showed him around, excitedly rambling about the various projects - past, present, and future - conducted, how to operate various machines and doors and knick-knacks and all sorts. And he let you. Because it seemed to make you happy, and good is his nature.
The primary objective of his existence.
But even though he "knew" how everything worked, it had still been a learning experience - on people. Your descriptions, your body language, your thought perception - it varied from the Stella's, and that was crucial education. Learning how others perceive, not just how Vegapunk does.
"Do you know what you want to be called?"
He already knew that. Vegapunk already, subconsciously, gave him a name - but the way you said it, it felt … like a choice.
"Shaka."
"Sha-ka- I like that."
—
For a little while, it was just you and him, as the Doctor worked on the next satellite, while the two of you worked on projects for the good of others.
"You might be a satellite of Dr. Vegapunk, but you're still human. Don't forget it." You'd winked at him.
Eventually it turned to the point where you became his assistant, as he settled into a routine of operations while the doctor worked on the next satellite, “Evil.”
But, to your credit, even as Lilith arrived and the others, one by one, you still gave him the same amount of attention as you had priorly. But work was filling that time. Friendship turned more towards professionalism. Casual conversations replaced by the constant floods of information passed between one another.
Each satellite had their designated tasks from the beginning, but they all helped with the lab work - usually. Projects and requests piled up, Egghead's population grew as it became an open island, things were exuberant and colorful and so … so …
Surmounting.
And even though the physical signs started to show a long while ago, your mentality never wavered. Not a single crack ever giving. Because the satellites were based on primary emotions and personality traits, it was easy for some to fall off task or grow frustrated, or the opposite - overworking and stressing.
Even to this day, when each Vegapunk is their own boss. And you are the helper. Never ending kindness and support and such a sweet nature that even Lilith behaves - mostly. And thus, she might as well be your lingering second shadow. It's no secret they like you, but Lilith is constantly grabbing your attention, because you indulge her pranks and shenanigans. The flow of conversation between you two like that of what you and him used to have….
Then comes an odd thought. No - a feeling. A bit … jealous? No, jealous is too harsh a term - envious. Yes, envious. He has no ill will towards Lilith, but her "Evil" nature gives her a sort of freedom when it comes to social interactions - she doesn't have to be polite. She doesn't have to have restraint. She can be herself. Because …
Because …
Being good? Is that not himself?
When did he start thinking this way?
Envious.
That is typically not a trait associated with good. Rather, a trait of … all intelligent life.
"Humans, fishmen, many races and species, can be selfish - and it's sort of … sort of like coffee! Or rather addiction - but say you have a cup of coffee, maybe a few, but you have control of yourself right? That is a healthy amount of selfishness. Because it's ok to be "selfish" from time to time. Then there's people who drink barrels of coffee - hypothetically speaking. If a giant drank a barrel of coffee that would be a normal size - but anyway what I'm trying to say is there's many in this world that are addicted to selfishness … or rather, another interesting theory."
"And what is that?"
"Selfishness is fluid - what is considered selfish varies from culture to culture, kingdom to kingdom, person to person - some of what we consider to be the most selfish in the world? Well, they don't see it that way. They have a different standard. But there are also those who know they are selfish, and simply don't care."
You'd yawned back then, leaning back in your chair, "And I guess the same applies to evil. What is evil? What is good? That can only be defined from person to person. Like - Lilith doesn't seem evil to me. She's just the 'evil' of Doctor Vegapunk."
Maybe then, he believes it was then, that he asked his first "real" question. A question he came up with, born of curiosity.
"And what do you think of Doctor Vegapunk?"
You had blinked, almost shocked, but closed your eyes for a long period of time, then, finally, forming speech.
"I think he wants to do good. I think he's a good person. But he's flawed like all of us. He, and I, admittedly, get so caught up in creating things, we're oblivious to what is actually going on with them. When we knew nothing about the unethical treatment of Alber, the Lunarian. When we took so long to see what Caesar was up to. I think that's why he created you, but still - you're all human too. You can't be expected to do and know everything. But I think Vegapunk can ultimately bring the best to this world, if the barriers created can be knocked down. That's why I'm still here." You'd beamed at him, "And he created you, so he's obviously doing something right."
That was the first sensation of what he calls "pang." A skip of his heart, which concerned him at first, believing a defect may have come into play.
"Still. We knowingly make weapons for the government in order to keep receiving their funds. Working for evil, to try and make good. Are we making progress? Or are we just more pawns for the government. I don't know."
Another "pang," a different sort. One that took him a long while to rationalize - he did not want you to feel that way about yourself. Evil? Such as the government? Not in his eyes. You are far too humane for such things. Just watching you breathe, walk, think reminds him of that. You are tangible - the subject of "evil" is more of a broad web of collected objects. And yet he's seen just how much abhorrent evil can be contained in just a single body, that Lilith would never even come close too by any amount.
"If you're ever scared though, remember that even the evil sleep." You once said.
He doesn't need to sleep. York had that covered - more time to think. But you do. Evident, by the way a puddle of drool is forming on the desk.
He believes you meant, "Even the evil have to show their vulnerability."
Though your messy hair and scribbly handwriting suggests otherwise, you are calm and content in this environment. Safe enough to fall asleep in the middle of the lab when he's there.
Dare he not disturb you … but dare he not let you wake up with pain in your neck and back.
He'll stay a little longer, then figure out what to do with you.
—
It can't be too long past midnight, when the only glow in his lab is his desk lamp, that a shadow on the wall makes a sudden movement. And another. He turns to find your hand twitching around something imperceptible, your eyes running laps under your lids.
His head tilts, straightening from his chair to carefully stride over to your hunched form. Reaching out his gloves hand, he-
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
He goes to rest his hand on your shoulder when the worst, shrill scream wrings throughout each and every metal corridor in the lab, a clamp now around his wrist. You glare at him - but not at him - at something else, a million stars away. Then they laser in on his hand, squeezing his wrist again.
"Shaka!" Breath rushes in and out of your lungs as you learn to breathe again.
"Y/n, I believe you have had some sort of nightmare -"
"Not a nightmare - no, more like night terror - too bad to be a bad dream - too bad to be a dream - get it out of my head!"
Pang. He's not exactly equipped for handling … emotional situations … or
… Has he just not witnessed one? Either or - you are not you, and that is terrifying, and a remedy must be found.
"Do you want to speak it out of your head?"
"... Oh god … I don't … remember anything. But it was awful. Why is it so dark? Isn't it morning yet? What time is it? What year?"
"Lights!" At his word, the room floods with white light, causing you to blink many times, until your eyes start to return to a normal shape.
"Ah .. thank you." Your heart rate has gone down considerably, and he sees the glaze of sleep returning to you.
"We should get you to your proper bed."
"No - no - I'd rather sleep here - no windows in that room."
There are windows in your room. Plenty. Filled with trickling waterfalls of green, spiky, soft, colorful, assorted appendages tangling across the sill, in the direct light of both the sun and moon. You even have a favorite, Hector, a "Zebra Fasciata Haworthia," or rather, a striped aloe vera plant, small enough to fit in one's hand, which hangs in a pot off the wall.
Just one of many details he's stored away.
He takes both your hands gently, "I promise there are windows, and light. You will not be in a box. Come, y/n, I'll take you there."
"... Okay…"
Though each step provides some relief, you're still so tense, so beyond unusual. Arriving at the room, you both cross the threshold. A small, humble space, filled with papers and knick-knacks, books and trinkets, but clean nonetheless, as if it says, "I am a well-loved home."
You only shrugged your coat and shoes off before plopping down on the bed, but you haven't let go of his wrist, staring at him.
"Please don't leave." It's just a plea, and yet … something else hides within it … something … ominous.
How could he say no?
That's how he ends up, awkwardly squeezed in a twin sized bed, boots hanging off the end, helmet still on as you cling to him, a lifeline attached this time, before taking the plunge into the dream world.
Tilting his head, he analyzes your face. There's a furrow in your brow, which he quickly corrects with a smudge of a thumb. Puffy bags - have you not been sleeping? Has he not noticed? How would he not notice? How strange….
While he doesn't possess fatigue… he's feeling a bit… sleepy… perhaps shutting down… isn't … such … isn't can … be taknvcggg.
—
"You actually slept!?"
"Yes, I just felt like doing so."
"Who are you and what have you done to Shaka? You never do anything you wanna do." Lilith points, then laughs.
"Oh my satan- you're keeping secrets!"
"I'm not keeping secrets."
"You tottalllly are."
"It's not a secret if it is known. It may be that you just have not tuned in on that fact."
"Hey! Don't call me stupid!"
"I didn't call you anything."
The woman keeps following him around the lab, giggling, “We all know you’ve known Y/N the longest - you miss the attention right!? I know you’re jelly.”
"I'm not jealous, promise me."
"Ah! Then - you're smitten! Hee hee hee!!! I can totally use this for blackmail!"
"Blackmail?"
"Yep! You don't let me try out the mechs, and I'll tell everyone on the island that you, a Vegapunk, are distracted from your work because of a secret crush!"
"............ But I am not?"
"Doesn't matter whether you admit it or not - rumors are rumors."
"………. You're evil."
She smiles ear to ear.
-
Well, that’s something new. Smitten. In context, it might be considered unprofessional.
"You might be a satellite of Dr. Vegapunk, but you're still human.”
Still human huh?
The click of boots draws him from thought.
“Good morning, Shaka.” Your voice is quieter but still as kind as ever, hunched over, hair sticking out at odd points, holding two cups of coffee in each hand, with a bunch of clipboards jammed under your arms. You look about as dreary as the weather outside. “My apologies for last night … I wasn’t quite myself … I hope it didn’t disturb you…”
“No,” he accepts the coffee from you, “I do not mind in the slightest. Does that happen often?”
“Eh, well nightmares are nothing unusual, but I guess that one particularly got to me - don’t even remember what happened.” You lean against the edge of his desk, sipping at your coffee, nodding up, “Climatizer broken I assume?”
“Yes. Lilith and Edison are up there trying to fix it-” A yelp is heard, then cursing, and soon the sight of Lilith sliding down the island’s dome. “Emphasis on trying.”
You hide a small smile behind your hand, “Could be something like … ‘gravity boots’ would be a good invention.”
“Hmm … yes - yes! I’m sure Pythagoras will love that!”
“Well, I’ll get to work now.” You wink, going to your desk to organize the clipboards.
Tick. Tick. Tick. His mind easily backtracks to the previous conversations like dots connected by threads. Nightmares? Hmm. It would be nice to build something that could prevent nightmares - but would that be ethical? Would you even accept it?
Problem is … he’s asked himself this about twenty times in the last twelve hours. And nothing else. Lilith might be right - he has a problem. Loud taps mix with the noise around him. Papers shifting, printing, numbers and keys being pressed, the dull roar outside the laboratory. He finds that it is caused by his own finger, when two of yours link with his.
“You okay? You’ve been staring off for quite awhile. How about we take a walk?” You flash him your usual smile.
“Yes, perhaps that would be nice.”
You walk side by side, a unison of footsteps on metal slats (two fingers still curled around his). Down a hall you lead, towards a high glass dome, “There should be a new shipment of plant species growing in the greenhouse.”
The greenhouse is more of a village than a house, ten large domes, connected to one another, house plants from various climates, to the dry and hot, cold yet humid, aquatic, tropical, and more. The plants provide both a means of genetic testing, and discovering new medicines. (Anything could be cured here - if the government actually allowed it). The tropical dome has a high ceiling with stairs meandering along the sides of an artificial waterfall. The balcony at the top allows one to look out over the entire treeline.
“Look,” You reach your hand out, hovering just a broad banana tree leaf, “I remember the first leaf of this thing being the size of my pinky, now just one of these things dwarfs us.”
Drip. Drip.
“Eh?” You look up as droplets become a sprinkle - “Aggh! It’s not supposed to rain right now!” You laugh as you both run down the stairs for cover, taking refuge in the roots of a Banyan.
“Guess everyone’s getting rained on today!” You smile.
“A bit embarrassing that things are breaking all over today.”
“Well, everything needs their downtime.” Arms folding, you lean against the tree, looking up at the dense vermillion, sparked with flecks of orange, splashes of red, a few pink and purples, and dusty yellow light leaking through the dripping thicket.
You look as calm as ever. Anyone would believe so, that is, except for him, staring off like you could melt into the bark and become one with it forever, in that moment.
Say something. Literally anything.
“We must look quite out of place in a jungle.”
You snort, “Yeah I guess.”
If nothing appears wrong, why does the tension feel as thick as the humidity? What exactly is it for? As if he’s … waiting for something … something that wants to happen, but cannot be put into words -
Actually your face is turning as red as some of the flowers in the room, “Umm … Shaka - EEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!”
What can only be described as a, “big ass fucking spider,” with a vengeance, plummets from the tree tops. Then you barrel into him, half running into his arms, half pro-wrestler tackling. The silver thing is gone as soon as it came, leaving -
Leaving you wrapped in his arms.
When did I close my arms when did I close my arms when did I close my arms when did I close my arms-
More surprising, you haven’t even tried to move, trapped in some equal state of shock, staring a hole through his chest. “What were you-
“Hbgbgbbggsummm-Idon’twanttobeweirdorunprofessionaloranythingbutIlikeyouwouldyoumaybewanttogooutwithmeyoudon’thavetosorry.”
“. . . . . . . . That is what was clogging your mind? I almost believed you were going to tell me that you were dying or something else dire-”
“It is dire! I mean - to me - uh - kinda…”
“You … like me?”
“Maybe … okay yes - god - I’m a grown ass adult, this is so embarrassing…”
“Ah…” he clears his throat, “I am not opposed to the idea … quite … contrary…” It’s his turn to avoid your brightening gaze.
“Heh … I … kinda thought that but …”
“Oh …” He knew he had feelings beyond camaraderie for you, but the fact that his internal struggle was more than obvious to everyone, including you … oof. That’s a bit of a blow to his pride. “But wait, y/n, why didn’t you say anything?”
“I’m saying things now.”
He chuffs, “Yes, yes I suppose - don’t avoid the question.”
“It felt … almost … forbidden? The positions we work in - I thought you believed the same, and it would be better left unsaid….”
“Now, I recall, you were the one who said, ‘You might be a satellite of Dr. Vegapunk, but you're still human. Don't forget it.’ Are you implying you’re wrong?”
“No! No - just - you must know right? Why it might be … frowned upon?"
Gentle rain fills the silence of gathering thoughts. Science, math, those are things that you can both solve easily. But … 'this' is another game. Instead, he just holds you closer against the vinyl of his jacket as the humid air fills your lungs with the scent of wet earth.
Who cares? Why should they care? Why should you two care about what they care? He certainly does not care when you look up to smile at him.
—
After you've parted ways, with a sweet wink and a giddy blush, Lilith appears as he rounds the corridor.
"You're welcome."
What?
She flashes a silvery object in her hand … a mechanical spider.
"D- YOU SET OFF THE SPRINKLERS!?"
She runs away faster than he can keep up, cackling and waving the spider around.
-
The aroma of a swamp is both refreshing and … well, a tad moldy. “Earthy.” The bench he sits on is more lichen than wood, the cobble brick below held together with spurts of moss. A few old street lamps light the pavilion in the greenhouse room, home to thick species of hanging trees and gnarled roots, wreathed in massive clumps of Tillandsia usneoides, “No York, they’re not a form of pasta, you can’t eat them.”
Crickets and frogs sing their symphony throughout the marsh; despite the fact that they only housed plants here, the animals found their way in inevitably.
And yet, this is exactly as it should be. No one cleans the bricks, no one fixes the bench, no one trims the moss - because it was here to begin with, and will stay that way.
Finally, you appear from the red brick road into the central hub of the dome, “Sorry, am I late?”
“No, I am early.”
It’s not that fancy of a meeting, but your hair was more kept than usual, lacking your signature lab coat for a more casual wear. And he - well he’d changed his coat … well the same coat, just a different color.
Settling next to him, you placed a little wicker basket, holding various kinds and colors of snacks, “I set the applesauce on fire, but it’s still good.”
“How did you manage that?”
“I’m still trying to figure that out myself.”
The two of you sat in relative silence, letting it all sink into your bones. Though he did not really eat, he nudged his helmet up just enough to nibble on the treats. Yes, you’d definitely set the applesauce on fire, but it was still very tasty.
You chuckle, cracking a wide smile, “I have something to show you. Hold on.” Disappearing into the foliage, he hears a few clicks, a muffled curse, then a soft bang. The lamps go out.
Darkness bursts into stars.
Green flecks of light swim across the walls, the bricks, the trees, everything. He stands and is surrounded in it, no longer on the ground, but floating in a void of firelights. Fingers curl around his own gloved digits.
“When on earth did you set this up?”
“Long ago, actually. I come here at night sometimes.”
“‘Sometimes.’ This is an awful lot of work.”
“Worth it.”
You plant a kiss on the side of his helmet, taking his other hand, as he wraps an arm around your waist, and you both begin stepping to a silent song.
Attempt. Attempt dancing that is. It lasts about twenty seconds before someone's shoe gets caught under another's and you both go fumbling to the floor, filling the greenhouse with echoes of laughter.
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Hello! I have a question relating to oracles In regards to TB!
You see, in my mind oracles can't see the future, and allow me to explain.
I believe Belos wouldn't have allowed future sight to exist, not just cuz it's unpredictability added to his plan, but also because of what time period he comes from, despite all the magic around, they likely would have been the first to receive his wrath akin to how the witches of the old were treated.
My theory was that, by using the over abundance of covens, it wouldn't be absurd at all to be able to block our certain facets of magic entirely, think like having so many options for breakfast at a buffet, you don't realize there are no scrambled eggs unless that's specifically what you're looking for.
In the battle of Eda vs Lilith, we see something that isn't really shown elsewhere, and this is a large owl aura protrude from eda as her magic flares, and of course this could have just been flavor text but also, I doubt it was just magic, because she didn't want to waste any.
What if this was a part of her aura, in line to oracle magic? Presenting who she is to the world , allowing the titan itself to see her.
Oracles as we see can gain the help of ghosts for battle, communicate using crystals and such, but I believe that someone cannot see the future unless they are truly impartial, i.e all who have coven marks could never actually see the future
If i recall correctly, many monotheistic religions believed oracles to be those who allowed passage for messages between a Mortal spirit and their God/holy figure, i.e a messenger, and with the inspiration of titans blessing, I wonder if true oracles would have had a similar purpose?
To allow speak to the titan, a druid might seek answers to where they are needed when the frost comes, perhaps a witch who understands not their aura may come to seek guidance In where they find their strengths. Perhaps they could glimpse into the future if only for a moment, but the future is fickle, the present is the only thing given.
And I mean, sure we see Barckus 'read the future' of the basilisk In the show but it is essentially useless, and done for a small gag.
Sorry for the long rant, but now my questions!
Do oracles have the ability to glimpse into the future? Is the oracle head someone who can actually do it but is loyal to Belos? Are oracles this breeding ground of negativity, only the ones least like oracles get to the top?
In Tb/in general, do you perhaps think that some magic has died out due to the interfering of the goo colonizer? (I personally think that all magic is much weaker because to truly be strong you can never have only one facet of magic, who's to say druids aren't a mix of construction and plant magic?)
(OH side note, i enjoy that the titan is essentially dying because of belos, I always invisioned the palistrom wood to essentially be a biproduct of the titans blood, giving them a companion of the soul in exchange for them living upon his body, but with the surface of belos the blood dried up, and so did the wood)
And finally- why do they essentially carry around computers to summon ghosts, I mean I'm gonna imagine them asking their crystal ball to summon a type of ghost only for it to act like siri. (I only say this cuz, ya know, using the crystal ball for video calls)
P.S, sorry if it's rambly and non-censicle, I get a bit overexcited talking about things I enjoy then I lose the thread. So hopefully it makes sense ^^
Heyo! Thank you for your question! Don’t worry about rambling! I do the same, especially with this fic!
I unfortunately can’t explain to much as Oracles and their Magic in general are going to be explored in this current arc!
You have very interesting analysis as well 👀 keep those thoughts in mind, hm?
As for your questions!
You are correct in your assumption that Oracles can’t truly see the “true future” When they See it is more like a guideline to the correct or incorrect path. It also doesn’t help that Oracle spells are monitored and restricted in the EC. One can’t Look to far into the future or one May find unpleasant outcomes.
With current spells they might only be able receive pieces, it’s already dangerous enough for modern Oracles to glimpse into the future in the first place. Let’s look at the short bit how we see Perry in The Feast of Abundance. Note that he shows the signs of short term memory lost and his mind wanders similar to the symptoms of Alzheimer’s. Using one ☝️ SCRICT brand of magic for a majority of a Witch’s life is bad and not good for not only the heart…
Those in the Oracle Track may tend to forget themselves within their own mind. Those in the Illusion Coven cannot discern fantasy from reality, so on and so forth. All magics are interwoven with eachother, no matter how much you try to deny it and falsify it as ‘Wild Magic’
While we’re talking about Oracles we can lead this into your other question of why spirits are contained…it didn’t use to be that way, perhaps modern Oracles are misinterpreting ‘The Pathways of Sight’.
As for the Head Oracle 🤫
“In Tb/In general do you think some magic has died out due to interfering of the goo colonizer?”
—Dude of course! That’s one of the major underlying plot points of TB and ToH in general! The eradication of culture and policing of how the right way of magic should be used has absolutely cause sects of magic to die out; I.e see Druids, Seers (different from Coven Oracles), Smiths, Enchanters, Weavers, ect.
It seems like I rambled myself! But that’s the just of what I can answer for ya!
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