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quibbs126 · 1 year
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I saw a theory where dark enchantress is just white lily's body where the actual lily is a ghost still roaming around looking for her memories and that's explains why she acts like a ghost like disappearing and reappearing and can easily gets stuck at the mirror at the first part of the game story
I feel that will gonna do if white lily's get release
Yeah I can see that happening
I’ve actually been wondering if the Soul Jam has anything to do with the whole double White Lily case we’ve got going on, considering that the Soul Jams are technically also the Ancients themselves (I think it’s like an extension of their consciousness?), so maybe that could be the reason why she’s a ghost?
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ryuukenden4 · 3 years
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Alright everyone, it's time for Ryuu's crackpot theories once again.
So I've been doing a lot of thinking about Kamisato Ayato a lot lately. I'm really curious to see if/when/how Mihoyo introduces him as a character, and I have my own theory about what could be possible. Again, this is a theory based on some general evidence, but I like thinking of theories and I hope this makes some sense.
Okay, so a big part of Ayaka's character story was that no matter what she does, her actions will reflect upon the Yashiro commission and the Kamisato clan. And obviously, the commission wants to be in Baal's favor.
We also know from snippets of voice lines and even Mihoyo's Twitter a few important things about Ayato:
1. He rarely goes out in public so not many people know what he looks like.
2. He has a secret organization working under him, the Shuumatsuban. They presumably gather intel but on what is unclear (Sayu is one such character).
3. He's constantly busy and overworking himself. If anyone knows this best it's Ayaka, though she never says what he's working on. It can be assumed it's the paperwork and diplomacy of the commission, but I find that hard to believe is taking up practically all of Ayato's time.
Here's what I think: Ayato is the true ringleader of the Sangonomiya resistance.
It's been said before he's a bright young man who's kind and helps people. Why would he not want to help all of Inazuma against Baal's tyranny? He also is constantly busy, half with Yashiro Commission stuff and half with resistance matters. He employs the Shuumatsuban to dig up intel on the Tenryou Commission and Baal's forces, which is why with so few people they've been able to fight in places that would give them a higher chance of winning.
If he's the one pulling the strings, he needs another person to be the cover of the resistance so no suspicion is on him. Hence, Kokomi Sangonomiya, the Priestess of Watatsumi Island. I'm guessing he and her made a pact to use her island and give her the spotlight as the leader of the resistance (of course she still has a lot of control...she's like the active leader while he just organizes it from the shadows).
He runs the resistance in secret to protect his clan's name and to protect Ayaka from Baal's fury. He decided to use his kindness and power to do something good for everyone on Inazuma rather than just acting as the Yashiro Commissioner.
My theory is he'll be introduced either in 2.1 or 2.2 as someone affiliated with the resistance, and that's when we'll finally learn his true identity. I feel like maybe his model hasn't been leaked yet because Mihoyo hasn't made him a playable character yet. I'm worried he's gonna be a random NPC but he seems too important for that tbh.
I've also seen the board post that says he's "younger than expected" so I'm also a bit worried he's gonna be a shorter male character versus a taller husband everyone is getting hyped over, but then again this isn't fully set in stone. We may never actually see him either.
Whatever the case, this is my theory and I'm sticking to it until proven wrong. I hope it makes some sense and I'm willing to discuss it.
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inthegroundontime · 5 years
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Title: Scar Tissue On My Heart Rating: K+ Pairings: Rudyard/Victor, Rudyard/Cordelia Summary: Calliope asks her father about love and gets more of an answer than she ever anticipated.
“Dad,” Calliope asks, sitting cross-legged on Rudyard’s bed without invitation. “How d’you know if you’re in love?”
Rudyard lowers his book and crosses his outstretched legs, staring at his daughter’s big, dark eyes. She looks more and more like him every day, which really means she looks more and more like Antigone, which is utterly unnerving. Twenty-five years ago, he remembers asking Antigone the same question in this same room. He’d invited her in, secret-like, and looked around.
“I’m sure you wonder why I’ve gathered you all here,” he’d said very seriously, hands behind his back, surveying the small crowd he’d gathered.
“It’s me and a couple of house mice,” Antigone said. “Hardly a gathering.”
Rudyard ignored her. 
“The reason I’ve gathered you all here is this: how do you know if you’re in love?”
“Is this a philosophical question or is this because that Trevor boy smiled at you this morning?”
“Possibly both.” A pause. “He does have a nice smile, doesn’t he?”
Rudyard sighs and Calliope snaps her fingers in his face. He blinks and realizes that he is no longer ten, not talking to his sister, and as of yet, hasn’t answered his daughter’s question. Hesitating, he decides to try his favorite parenting trick: answering a question with a question.
“Why do you want to know? Are you in love?”
Calliope shrugs. 
“I raided Aunt Antigone’s library again.”
“Now, look here, young lady-”
“I don’t think her books have it right,” she continues. “I don’t think you just know by just looking at somebody that they’re right for you. Aunt Antigone says it’s ‘escapism’, whatever that means.”
“Hmm.”
“Did you love Mum very much?”
“Yes, of course, I did.”
“You never talk about her.”
“I do!”
“Do not!”
“Do too!”
There had been another time Rudyard asked his sister’s advice about love, fifteen years after he’d fallen in love with Victor Trevor. Cordelia Roach had moved to Piffling to open a music shop after their previous music seller was crushed to death by a bass drum. Rudyard had reluctantly gone to her to fix a broken mandolin string. He’d been restringing the instrument himself for some years since being evicted from the old music shop and it was only at Antigone’s insistence that he approached Cordelia.
“This mandolin is in excellent condition,” Cordelia had marveled. “Eighteenth-century?” 
“Early nineteenth,” Rudyard corrected. “It’s been in my family since 1810.”
“What do you do to keep it so playable?”
Rudyard had regaled her with stories of mandolin care. Most people wouldn’t have even feigned interest in such things - especially as said by Rudyard Funn - but Cordelia had listened as she restrung his mandolin with careful, precise hands. When she smiled at him, Rudyard had paid her as quickly as he could before running out of her shop and calling another meeting.
“Am I allowed to fall in love again?” he’d asked, throwing the mortuary door open. “Antigone-”
His voice broke and he talked about the precision with which Cordelia worked and the gentle slope of her shoulders and the smile on her face that wasn’t at all forced and Antigone set down the hand of the corpse whose nails she was painting to grip Rudyard’s shoulders.
“I wouldn’t call that ‘love’, Rudyard,” she said. “But you should ask her out.”
“I could never.”
He didn’t have to. After hanging around the music shop for three weeks and six days, Cordelia asked him out. A year later, when he was sure he could call that “love”, they got married. Calliope had been a very planned, very wanted child, who arrived punctually. The only thing about his second love that hadn’t gone to plan was Cordelia’s death. It made it difficult to reflect on the good times without pain - especially since those good times had been all too brief. What he remembered most was not performing the service nor his own grief, but the reverent awe with which Calliope, solemn-eyed and far too young, treated the entire funeral with and her following fascination with the family business. It was easier to focus on that.
It is easier to know for certain that he loves his daughter and is loved by her. 
“Now, look here, I loved your mother very much,” he says quietly. “You’re about as stubborn as she was - and as kind.”
“I think you’re the stubborn one,” Calliope says. 
“She would have said the same thing.” 
“Was she your first love?” 
Rudyard lays his book flat on his stomach. He wants to answer this question carefully. He can’t afford to shatter Calliope’s vision of her mother or of love. He has to answer carefully. And yet, before he can stop himself, his voice grows soft and wistful -
“No,” he says. 
“Aunt Antigone says your first love was scheduling,”  Calliope says. 
“Yes,” Rudyard murmurs. “Wait. What?”
“You know, you’ve always loved a good schedule…”
“Scheduling wasn’t my first love,” Rudyard says. “Scheduling is a way of life.”
“Right. But… it wasn’t Mum?”
“Er - ah - no, as a matter of fact. Does that disappoint you?”
Calliope shrugged and shifted to lay on her stomach. Scooting up by Rudyard, she looks at him without a trace of heartbreak. Rudyard holds his breath anyway. He drums his fingers on his book and rolls over to face his daughter. 
“Tell me about her,” Calliope says.
“His name was Victor,” Rudyard says. Calliope nods approvingly as if that sentence alone explained several unasked questions. Relaxing into a smile, Rudyard sets his book aside and nestles against his pillow. “Victor Trevor. He was… He was my best friend when we were children. His family used to hire your grandparents for funerals and they would come to Piffling every couple years and he and I would spend a few days exploring the island and making memories and when we were older, we used to write to each other. He was such a kind soul, cleverer than me by far, and he used to look at me like he needed me and until, well, you, no one ever looked at me like they needed me. He had a knack for making me feel special, even when everyone else thought I was simply weird. He used to make me laugh and he was the only person I could trust with anything - Aunt Antigone included.” 
“You say ‘was’ like something happened. Where is he buried?”
“Oh… Oh, no, I don’t know- I mean, that is, he was very much alive when we last spoke. He… We had to move on with our lives. People grow apart and all that…”
“Dad…”
“We were teenagers and you have to understand, his parents weren’t the accepting sort. They encouraged him to get engaged and that was the end of that. I didn’t meet your mother for another, oh, eight years or so? It took that long to be able to love someone again.”
“But how did you know you loved him?” Calliope wheedles. 
“A hundred ways. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, for one. Whenever something happened - good or bad - he was the first person I wanted to tell. And when he- when he left me, even though I was angry and hurt, I knew what I wanted mattered less than his safety. I think that’s really when you know you love somebody: when their needs are more important than your own.”
Silence descends upon father and daughter. Though neither is the physically affectionate sort, Calliope scrunches nearer to her father, wrapping her arms around his middle and hugging him tightly. He stifles a sob. There are only a handful of people he loves these days. The person he loves best clings to him now and he cards his fingers through her fine, black hair. His chest aches like it might explode. 
“You still love him, don’t you?” Calliope mumbles into his shirt. “I can feel your heartbeat.”
“You have to understand, I still loved - love - your mother, too. It’s just… different.” A pause. “I know this won’t make you happy to hear, but you never recover from your first love. It’s like scar tissue in your heart.”
“Scar tissue is beautiful,” Calliope says. “It adds character.”
“I should really stop letting you spend so much time in the mortuary,” Rudyard says with a grimace. “But, yes, exactly. It adds character. I wouldn’t be me without Victor. I wouldn’t have been able to love your mother and you wouldn’t be here. And that would be the real tragedy. Even more than losing…”
“Him? Her?”
“Them both.” Rudyard sighs. “Can we please talk about your crush now?” 
“Oh,” Calliope says, pulling away. “It’s just Evelyn from Bassoon Patrol. She plays the third bassoon and she has the cutest freckles, but it’s nothing like that, so I don’t suppose it’s love. I’m actually relieved. It sounds miserable when you describe it.”
Rudyard laughs wetly. It is miserable, isn’t it? Love, in his limited experience always ends in losses. He doesn’t want Calliope to lose anyone or anything she holds dear. He wants to protect her from everything that might scar her tender heart. But then again, she is tougher than he ever was - something she gets from her mother or perhaps from imitating Antigone so studiously. She’s a marvel.
And, really, even though he loved Cordelia and will never stop loving Victor, isn’t it wonderful that of all the loves of his life, the one that stays is his daughter? 
“When you do fall in love,” Rudyard says, “tell me all about it. Falling in love is miserable, but misery does love company…”
“Yeah, but shouldn’t I ask Aunt Antigone or Georgie? You know, girl stuff and all that?”
“Maybe,” Rudyard concedes. “I just don’t want you to go through it alone. Going through a first love alone is torture.” 
“You’re not really selling the concept,” Calliope says, sliding off the bed. She walks towards the door and then, pausing, says, “When you aren’t feeling so weepy, you should tell me more about them both - about Mum and about Victor. They must have been amazing people for you to love them.”
Rudyard props himself up on the bed, nodding. 
“They were,” he promises. “And, I will.”
Satisfied, Calliope slips out the door and Rudyard watches the space she’s vacated for a long, quiet moment before laying back down. He hopes that Calliope won’t hold him to his promise, but knows his daughter well enough to keep from hoping too much. She is his daughter, after all. She will hold him to every promise and demand answers soon enough. For now, Rudyard shuts his eyes and revisits favorite haunts in his mind’s eye, imagining Cordelia’s hand in his left hand and VIctor’s in his right.
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my-mystic-messenger · 7 years
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since the topic of therapy came up, who do you think out of the big 5 RFA members really needs to go the most? V, Rika and Saeran are the obvious ones, so the deep story boys are probably my top candidates for really needing some mental health help (though really, they all do) and i always got the impression there's a lot more going on than we see. especially with jumin. i love him, but i think he's hiding some deep-seated issues. his impulsivity and step-mom's creepy behavior worry me.
This is honestly a really interesting question so I think I’ll attempt on ranking the main 5 from who needs it the most to who needs it the least (in my opinion, not that anyone comes attacking me for it later on)
1) Saeyoung
I feel like Saeyoung is quite the obvious choice but honestly I can’t stretch this enough. The fandom glorifies him so horridly, putting him on that strange pedestal of meme’s and space station weddings that they seem to completely ignore his horrid depression.
I cannot count on one hand how many times he openly talked about the wish to die like?! Is no one alarmed? Much like Saeran he grew up being told he was a mistake, that their father hated both of them, that they were nothing but a pressure tool to their mother as well as the fact that out of them both the mother hated him more and constantly tortured him and send him on errands like a slave.
If that isn’t enough for therapy let’s add the fact that he basically had to sell his soul to an immoral agency at the age of like fifteen or something? All of his bad experiences also lead him to develop a sadistic streak which I don’t feel comes natural to him but is rather the outcome of constant abuse from his very own mother.
I feel like people just love to forget that those shitty memes and jokes he always pulls aren’t all that funny but merely an act of sadism and a cry of help. This boy needs therapy, not a girlfriend.
2) Zen
I was torn whether to put Jumin above Zen or Zen above Jumin. To me they are pretty much tied but I decided to rank Zen higher, because I’ve went through very similar experiences and feel that to a certain extend his fucked-up-ness is a little worse.
Not that you can compare pain, but you know what I mean. For one he was constantly called ugly by his entire family. Let me tell you, that destroys your body image for life. It obviously did for Zen, because if anyone buys into his narcissism for one hot second they are blind to the bigger picture.
Trying to work against one extreme with another is something most people attempt in such situations. Everyone calls him ugly and ridicules him? He tells himself he’s the most beautiful person in the entire world to make up for it. It’s heartbreaking, really, when you realize he doesn’t believe it one bit. That he is constantly looking for validation because of his doubts.
It’s also most likely the reason he pursued acting and modeling. On top of that he was shunned by his parents for not doing what they told him to do, got kicked out by the age of fifteen, had to provide for himself at an incredibly young and vulnerable age and spent the most important and influential years of his life (15-18) in a highly probably dangerous biker gang.
More on my thoughts on that you can read here. As it is, I feel like all of these things would leave him extremely insecure and vulnerable and broken to the point where therapy is really the only solution.
3) Jumin
Jumin is my baby. Out of all the characters that are playable he is my absolute favourite and I’ve played all of his stuff religiously. Now me and my friends were just discussing his past yesterday and there was an obvious indicator that his step-mother, the one he called mother, tried to seduce him at a very young age.
There aren’t any specifics but we deduced from the info and wording and general time line that he was either in his late teens (probably around 16) or in his early twenties. Whatever the case such an experience must have been horrible.
For one, he never had a mother, whatever happened to her is still a mystery, before watching his father fuck his way through all the women he encountered only to end up broken-hearted. We know that Jumin loves his father and seeing that must have been hard.
Growing up without a proper woman in his life even harder, but to then end up with a step mother that was probably closer to his age than his father and then attempted to seduce and sexually harass him…I cannot imagine the impact that must have made on him.
He’s completely shut off for a reason, right? Who is to say it was the first time it happened? Not to mention that he was aware, even as a child, that people were only ever nice to him because of his money. He never in his entire life felt genuinely loved. That boy needs therapy.
I mean he openly discusses the threads in his head and how he only ever loved Elizabeth, because he knew she’d never leave him. After being left by all these women supposed to be his mother figures he has severe trust - and abandonment issues.
Not to mention that even his ‘best friend’ V called him peculiar and strange, manipulated him later on and allowed his beloved Rika to dig his claws into her. Jumin was fucked from all sides and even when he tries to help - take Zen’s route for example - he is constantly portrayed like the last asshole.
Especially by Jaehee which I honestly find slightly ridiculous, because fine, catsitting isn’t her job, but she doesn’t really speak up and frankly he does pay her amazingly well. She is supposed to do her job so I don’t understand why she has the audacity to whine and bitch at and about her boss in a chatroom like that. In the real world no one would dare to do that. You suck it up and continue working because capitalism is a thing. She’s lucky to have such a well-payed and in comparison to others easy job.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say, he constantly gets fucked over and insulted by everyone he trusts and loves. His father put two bitches he didn’t even know above Jumin’s needs. The very last person he could trust. Poor soul, give him therapy.
4) Jaehee
I feel like what she went through was definitely traumatic it happened later than what happened to Zen, Jumin and Saeyoung so it generally doesn’t have as big as an impact. I mean it’s horribly, don’t get me wrong, but something you have to endure since childhood generally leaves you more scarred than what happens in your teens.
Which isn’t to say that Jaehee doesn’t need therapy asap. She lost both her parents, her family obviously didn’t want to take care of her, she got kicked out during a hard time as well (getting into college) and had to fend for herself for years. Then she got into a mentally and physically draining job, because money was essential to survive.
Dreams were nice but they don’t pay the rent and she had to learn that particular lesson a little earlier than the average person. I feel like her extreme perfectionism is also a result of that. Like her family hated her so she desperately tried to be perfect so she wouldn’t be a burden to them, in hopes of them accepting her.
That way of thinking is extremely damaging though and I feel that therapy would be really beneficial to her. However, I also feel that while she would benefit from it, she doesn’t necessarily need it as much as the others. She’s a tough cookie. I feel like she might be able to work through it by herself if given the safe space and time to do so.
5) Yoosung
Honestly, compared to the others, this boy is fine. He suffers from major laziness and self-caused insecurity but if those are his biggest issues in life, I’m glad. Frankly, the only thing this boy really needs to sort out it his obsessive/addictive personality. Whatever he does he does it to a certain extreme to the point where it’s not even bordering unhealthy but past the mark. Rika? Completely obsessed with her. She dies. He falls into a pit of sorrow that is no longer to be considered normal.From what I gathered they didn’t become close until about two years before her death. You don’t get that attached in two years or at least you shouldn’t and even if you do, with the help of friends and family you generally work through it. Instead he replaced one obsession with another, namely LOLOL. Once more he drowns himself in it to the point where it’s unhealthy.Then you step into his life and bingo the whole thing starts up again to the point he risks his goddamn life for you, because he is so goddamn obsessed. I respect everyones opinion when they say he ‘grew’ as a person, but honestly I just see it as him finding a slightly healthier obsession and replacing his old ones. The only reason he powered through his studies was because of you. The amount of time he must have put into it I don’t even want to imagine. Probably too much, just like with LOLOL. So yeah, he needs therapy for that but not as urgently as the rest, because emotionally he’s actually pretty fine. It’s just that obsessive/addictive part of him that needs healing, the rest will come naturally.Damn, I went a little overboard here, but I hope I answered your ask to you liking XD
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