Hi guys! I'm working on my first video essay, and it's going to be an in-depth analysis of Magic of the Heart seasons one and two by Good Boy Audios. I'm still in the research stage, but I want some insight from the audience! I want to include some commentary on the impact it had on listeners of the series. I want something a little more comprehensive than what's available in the comments, and don't want to just project my personal opinions. I have a few questions!
1. Did you ponder the themes of the story as you listened? If the answer is yes, what would you say they were?
2. What did you think of the story unfolding through two separate perspectives?
3. Did the series defy or subvert your expectations at any point? If yes, what were those moments, and how did you react to the subversion of your expectations?
Answer in comments/reblogs/dms/whatever. Let me know if you're OK with me quoting your answers in the video!
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GBA Headcanons: post MoTH Makkaro Headcanons
I don’t like makkaro all that much (or at all while moth was still ongoing) but he introduced me to GBA and I have the most background known of him. No hate to those who do fw this mid ass husband /hj
After everything that's happened, your husband's powers gone, your marriage back from the brink of shambles, you both need the time to process.
After whisking you away on a new adventure once again, just as you remembered your loving husband, neither of you aren't exactly jumping at the opportunity to embark on another quest.
You kinda just... lie there. Preferably in the small bed in the cottage you both found. You appreciate the close proximity. Plus, the intimacy that comes with it.
You take the time to let just about everything out. Cry. Yell and scream at each other. Knock yourself off that pedestal to husband keeps putting you on. You hate when Mak does that.
Make up. Hug. Kiss like no tomorrow. Makkaro shivering from the intensity of the sensation of touch. It's like you're back in your honeymoon phase on this restarting of your relationship.
You cannot keep your hands off of each other, and end up having sex quite often. Even multiple times a day on different surfaces. Embraced on the bed, wrapped in the sheets, Nude, on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace, or even still clothed, bent over the kitchen island. It's perhaps your and Mak's favorite way of venting the remainder of your emotions with one another after everything.
With his sense of physical touch back with him, Makkaro's extremely sensitive, and you take full advantage of this.
As he gets used to the newfound sensations, one thing he doesn't get used to is how you feel beneath his fingers.
He always has a hand on you now. On the small of your back guiding you through a crowd, holding your hand in public, an arm around your waist introducing you to someone. Embracing you from behind while you're trying to do chores.
Even the occasional grope of your hips, thighs, or bold, desperate squeeze of your breasts. You have to shoo the man off, lest you become distracted.
It's like a grounding technique for him. He utilizes his newfound humanity to bring him back to the present when his thoughts run away from him.
This also comes into play with his ever frequent nightmares.
You remember his nightmares from after his imprisonment, they went away briefly after your wedding day, but after the Titan, the Guardian... They returned. How couldn't they?
But this time, you find yourself unable to sleep either.
So, you two built a brand new little love routine.
When it's him to be awoken from a nightmare, he usually finds himself nestled against your bosom, your hand running through his hair, encouraging him to cry. Just like that fateful day.
There's a small fireplace with a kindling that's become both of your "decompression spot." It's also where Makkaro finds you when you're plagued by a sleepless night.
That's not to say Makkaro knows when you're not actually sleeping, and just laying there. You don't want him to worry, you insist.
"Darling, what sort of fool do you take me for?" You've taken care of him this whole time, he's insistent he takes care of you in turn.
"Come along now.... Now, no, I know you're not a delicate jewel... But, look at you, my love..." He reaches out, cupping your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs. "Why can't you just let me be here for you, when you've been here for me this whole time?" He swiftly leans in, giving you a quick kiss on your nose, in an attempt to make you giggle.
"After all..." he trails off, a sad look in his eyes as he just stares at your tear stained cheeks. "Was I not the cause of these tears?"
"Well..."
You roll your eyes and trail off, a ghost of a smile starting to blossom at your lips. "I don't know... Why should I let you console me... when you made me like this?"
"Darling, please! Don't jape with me now!" Makkaro looks pitiful. You almost stifle a laugh. Almost.
"How many times must I say I'm sorry, my love?" Reaching out for your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing kiss after kiss on your knuckles. The laugh is just about to escape your lips, but the "you're in so much trouble" look never leaving your eyes.
"...You're never going to let me live this down, are you?"
"Nope." You give him a glowing smile, at last. His favorite face of yours. A face he's blessed to still have to wake up to every morning.
Perhaps, somewhere in the Great Beyond, Frank, his beloved brother-in-arms, has put you up to this. Makkaro can practically hear him cackling at your teasing.
Speaking of, you both commissioned a little portrait of the skeleton. It hangs above your fireplace and has a little shrine of candles.
A shame you didn't get to know Frank very well, so Mak loves to fill you in. (Frank knew of you, of course, he called you Mrs. Mak.) You have to stop the poor man when he gets misty-eyed.
"With how you pester me, my love... Frank would have adored you."
As more and more time goes by, and as you both heal, the events of MoTH becomes an inside joke between you two.
Feeling cheeky and want to embarrass the hell out of your husband? bring up his time as a necromancer!
"Hey, Makkaro, my love. Remember the time when-"
"Darling please, no-"
He's fine, he's laughing along eventually.
Neither of you really know how you did it, but for what it's worth, your adventure that almost destroyed your love, has in the end, brought you closer than ever before.
It was also a learning experience for you two. As a married couple, there's going to be bumps in the road, not everything was perfect. And that was alright! You had each other. And as long as you had one another...
There was seemingly nothing either of you couldn't conquer.
In your cases, love truly did seem to conquer all.
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