#I just have so many thoughts about him

[thecaptainamore]

Ok thinking about Kinger (when am I not these days-) and trying to theorize a timeline….BRO COULD’VE BEEN IN THE CIRCUS FOR SO LONG—

So Goose has said that he’s 48 years old. If the show takes place in 2023 (which is possible but not necessarily when it does take place), then he was born in 1975. We know he studied computer science for 7 years, and if he started university at 18 (again this is just an assumption), that puts us in the year 2000.

Then if he did help create the Digital Circus—which makes sense with his compsci background—what if he entered it in 2000 and has been there for OVER TWENTY YEARS?? And who knows how long that was without his wife. Jax says they’ve been there for years, which could be an exaggeration, but with Kinger there the longest who knows what years entails

Plus, all the technology & video game references in the show are very 90s, so it checks out with it being created around that time. I personally don’t think the pilot & beyond takes place in the 90s, but the game itself was made at that time (since Pomni says “some weird headset” and that could be referencing how it looks vintage to her? Idk)

Anyway can you imagine spending almost half of your life in the digital circus🫠

[fjorests-of-wildemount]

I have talked quite a bit about this in the past, but given where we are in the campaign now and what has just happened, I wanted to put down some thoughts in a maybe, hopefully coherent kind of way. Mostly the thoughts chase each other around in my head going “brrrrr” so here’s hoping they cooperate.

Since we have known him, Orym has been on a Mission. When he first linked up with the Crown Keepers he had been on the road, presumably on his own, for at least four years, possibly five. At some time during those years, Keyleth charged him with finding out information on the attack that killed Will and Derrig to make sense of what happened that day. Early on he’s quiet, thoughtful, reluctant to take the lead, and honorable to a fault. Even as he opens himself up to create connections with this motley crew, he still guards part of himself. In fact, in the time we see them together he never tells the Crown Keepers about his family. The only mention we get is when he is asked by the Wildmother if he will continue on and Orym says, “For him, I will.”

None of this is to say he doesn’t feel connected to his friends, who manage to take him on a journey away from his primary directive, and–given the fact that Orym was alone at the beginning of ExU–it’s safe to say these are the first people he’s connected with in a long time. It was while he was with them that he started practicing the Zeph’aeratam again. Being part of the group with Opal and Dariax and Fearne and Dorian and Fy’ra showed Orym that the world was bigger than his grief.

But still, he kept it to himself.

After the events of ExU Prime, Orym and his two best friends from the Crown Keepers, Dorian and Fearne, went back to Zephrah. A place that I would argue Orym probably had returned to seldom, if not never, since Will and Derrig’s deaths. It was sometime during this journey that Orym told them both about his family, likely the first people from outside of Zephrah to know their names and what they meant to him. These friends went with him to continue his Mission, to try to help him get closure. And when Dorian left, Orym kept hold of the means to keep in touch, because Orym had gotten closer to Fearne and Dorian than he had gotten to anyone since he lost his family.

I would love to know what, if any, kind of conversations Orym had with Dorian and Fearne about Will and Derrig, especially Will. Because as the weeks went on, Orym did forge bonds with Bell’s Hells, he did start to tell more people about the ones he’d lost, but always at a distance. He kept the memories of who Will and Derrig were to himself, even as he was honest about how much he missed them. Did Orym take the chance to tell Dorian and Fearne about what they were like when they were alive? Because it’s clear that Orym is bereft, and angry, and lonely, and goes to sleep every night with them in his thoughts. Is there anyone else alive who knows the secrets of what Will and Orym were like when they were together, just the two of them?

There is nothing secret about the pain and anger he feels, but what about the joy?

The Mission as it was originally put to Orym is over now. They know everything about how and why Zephrah was attacked. That doesn’t mean Orym is stopping, because Orym isn’t the kind of person who could stop when someone is in danger. But the single-minded drive toward Otohan, toward answers and justice or whatever Orym thinks Will and Derrig would have wanted from him in this, was the mortar Orym used to build up his walls. He’s standing on a precipice of a vast future and he’s alone because he has made himself alone. His grief has made him alone. And there are so many complicated reasons why Dorian is the one he is finally, actually reaching out to now that there is no more path to shuffle down. 

I’m not sure if Orym even knows who he is anymore without this grief, without this Mission. In his mid-thirties his whole adult life has been spent married to Will, or grieving Will, or searching for answers for Will’s death. In the middle of the world ending, how do you decide what comes next?

A million episodes ago Orym offered to be the one Imogen could lean on, and then, after she walked away, he reached out to Dorian on the Sending Stone. I think Dorian has been the one Orym thought that he could lean on for a long while now. And I think that is intrinsically tied to his Mission, this journey, and his grief.

[stars-n-spice]

forever will be haunted by all the thoughts I have about my ocs that I don't voice/draw/write about because I don't have the skills/capacity/time/motivation to do so.

i'll think up of something that's got me chewing on glass and punching concrete and just ahhhughhh

i could write essays about them. i'm so tempted to make some whole ass powerpoint detailing them and picking them apart with the help of the enneagram just for funies

sometimes i just will sit in silence after thinking of something about them or i'll cry or i'll be like 'LET'S FUCKING GOO!' and then literally do nothing with it

aaguuuughhhh

So many thoughts just....there.

and i feel even crazier because sometimes it's just me screaming into a void about these guys

but i love and appreciate the couple of people who listen when i do scream into the void <3

but oh my god.

i'm being consumed.

[queenaccilasblog]

In a sea of pure and good, can I really belong here?

[hey-a-skyrate]

It's thinking about Heyraen hours

Specifically about Heyraen and their fear revolving around the nether. I mean, I can't really blame the guy since he nearly died and ended up losing one of his legs there-

Just imagining how much of a struggle it would have been for him to get used to the loss and then the prosthetic. Couple that with the fact his depth perception is not the best, getting around would no doubt have been a struggle for a while as he adjusted.

Had to be fun with all the stairs and climbing to get up to at the ships and a lot of the buildings and stuff /s

[the-starry-seas]

tech with curly ginger hair... save me..

tech with curly ginger hair

save me tech with curly ginger hair

[honestmouse20]

okay more thoughts on Oni traits in Lloyd that’re probably over looked a lot. 

His pranks, obviously. I made a post about this the other day and it got me thinking. He loves causing harmless mischief, stuff like tapping someone’s shoulder and moving to the other side just to bug them. he also plays the ‘are we there yet’ game All the time. Much to the other ninja’s annoyance. He’s Also the Dad Joke king. he keeps a book of them on him at all times and somehow finds the perfect moment to tell it to make the others groan in annoyance. Bc that’s one of the main ways his oni side comes out, bothering others goodnaturedly. He was just a little misguided when he was little bc of the boarding school/who his father was.

Second is his anger. We see it a little in later seasons, specifically when we learn he Is oni. but it’s there the whole time. he hides it well. It’s when he doesn’t trust the ninja at first and then later when he’s upset at his father for leaving yet again after he finds out he’s the green ninja. I think that if he’d continued to live alone, Lloyd would have turned into an agnry person. Bitter even. But the ninja basically adopted him and gave him ways to channel his anger without even realizing it. yeah, he learned all that training really fast bc he’s the green ninja, but maybe also bc he was angry and it was an outlet. 

last is aging. While he definatly wasn’t aged up bc of the oni powers, who knows if the writers even had that idea yet when Lloyd was aged up. But i mean more so in the fact that Wu and Garmaon age very strangly. They’re cannonically thousands of years old but in flashbacks to 40 years ago, they’re called ‘young men’. meaning they’re probably in their late 20′s early 30′s physically. But, in the show Wu is visibly old and white haired. So what if Lloyd has similar strange aging. Him being aged up sucked, it sucked so bad for many reasons, but it doesn’t really take much from him in the terms of losing years. He’s probably going to live to be a few thougsand years old too, jsut like his father and uncle. If not longer. The other ninja havn’t pieced it together yet and Lloyd Will not tell him because there’s a part of him hoping that he’s wrong

[brucie-baby]

the fact that alfred was the one to put up jason's memorial is so important to me

[voltaical-art]

HE WAS SEVENTEEN. AGHHH ULDER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How much longer 'til your luck runs out?

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[hajimedics]

I'M NOT YOUR DOLL AND I'LL THINK FOR MYSELF AND I'LL LIVE FOR MYSELF

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[celendiar]

highkey in love with the idea that when it comes to their relationship, charles and edwin are the complete opposites of their usual behaviour.

charles, normally with zero impulse control or patience, is so so so careful and attentive with edwin, concerned about doing it all just right, spending hours planning their dates and content to take it all slow

meanwhile edwin, normally prim and proper and patient and self-disciplined, has repressed his wants and needs and feelings for 100+ years and now that he no longer has to?? he has no fucks left to give and will kiss charles senseless whenever he damn well wants to

[prongcollar]

Dear Marni, I am so sorry, can you forgive me for this?

[iliothermia]

I won't be able to finish this drawing before the convention, which will take up my next 5 days.. But I want to talk a little about him.. I've been thinking about golems and Frankenstein, and the trans body, projection and misunderstanding, villainization and death.

The concepts of Frankenstein's monster and the golem have been swimming in my head for a while, and their lore intertwining.. The tragedy of existing being seen as a monster no matter how you try,.. And the Golem, a protector of his people and a servant whose only flaw always rang a bit close to home as an an autistic person-- being too literal in execution of his orders. He's tired and struggles with a yearning for death. His havdalah candles will be out.. The first flame of the week, a spark of starting over again-- The flame brings him fear. As much as he's kept himself together he doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing it, he fears failure- but the fear of what may happen if he's gone is even more terrifying. He's lived a long life, and over time the one who formed him has sculpted him to the golem's own wishes.. From nothing to the man he is- but even with that effort, to outsiders he's still a monster. His skin is different shades of clays from varying riverbeds as his people have travelled.. Golems are unformed, imperfect.. but even as outsides can be polished the insides can still be broken

[allastoredeer]

Ya'll want to know the funniest shit?

I'm researching the era when Alastor was alive right now to get a better idea of both his character, the life he lived before Hell, and to hash out a backstory for him.

And so, apparently, Alastor lived through the Prohibition (which was basically the United States government illegalizing the manufacture, transportation, and sale of alcohol because they thought it was the cause of a lot of domestic violence and child abandonment).

Alastor canonically died in 1933.

Do you know how long the Prohibition lasted?

From 1920-1933.

ALASTOR LITERALLY DIED THE SAME YEAR ALCOHOL BECAME LEGAL AGAIN. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW BITTER HE MUST'VE BEEN?

The Prohibition officially ended on December 5, 1933, and now my headcanon is that Alastor died December 6, 1933. Literally the day after he could legally drink all the booze he wanted.

I am learning a LOT about New Orleans and the era Alastor lived through (including the gay community in the city at the time) which has been a lot of fun, and I just wanted to share that tidbit because it is so fucking funny to me.