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george228732 · 1 year ago

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I just made a huge analogy between Fylass in Wonderland and Mad Hatter (the song HELPPP)

"My friends don't walk, they run" [this could represent the feeling of abandonment Fylass has deep inside. The expression of 'running' could be used as a metaphor for something coming and going by fast, leaving nothing but a trail of memories, a.k.a. footsteps, behind.]

"Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun" [this line would remind the listener of one of the first people Fylass has met in their crazy 'dream': Wisp, alongside the other white rabbit, Serenity. The 'fun' part might be referring to the amusement their oath, Somnia, takes in harming and putting stress on her servants (HELP I'M SO SORRY STARDUST HELPPPP)]

"Poppin', poppin' balloons with guns" [this could very well be about the Circus of Infinity, Fylass and Dolly getting distracted by all the attractions and prizes.]

"Getting high off helium" [pure helium gas can be deadly. This may represent the toxicity of the environment Fylass traps themselves in to escape from reality, fooling them into thinking they're safe (therefore, getting 'high', like a drug), when it might actually be deteriorating their mental state.]

"We paint white roses red" [referring to the knights at the queen's castle, Twilight Knight, Ava and Verin, who meet Fy and Dolly torwards the ending chapters, right in the middle of painting white roses the color red for Somnia.]

"Each shade from a different person's head" [I'm thinking this could very likely be foreshadowing to Fylass' sentence, that being the guillotine.]

"This dream, dream is a killer" [this 'dream' Fylass is having is what led them to their coma. Further down, as indicated on the website 'betterhealth': 'The person’s recovery depends on the cause and severity of the coma, but anyone who falls into a comatose state is at risk of dying [...].' Most commonly, a comatose state derives from infections, cardiovascular complications, organ failure, and tumors. It is however possible that Fylass' condition may have been triggered by one of the less notorious causes: trauma.]

"Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar" [this line could mention how real life Pleiades' drinking problem may also manifest itself in his Alter Ego, making HIM look more expressive and generally open to emotional discourse, unlike the original, who tends to keep everything to himself when sober. (since, you know, drunk people tend to lose all their composure). Referring to Mikuto, it could, again, be about his sadness and solitude in not seeing Kurabe, causing him to be snappy and sorrowful, just like how a drunk person would be.]

"I'm peeling the skin off my face" [going back to the real world, FiW makes continuous mentions of Fylass' past locked in a mental hospital. More specifically, an anonymous doctor describes their behavior as this: 'The problem went worse however, since this last week, the symptoms have gotten from seizures with unknown origin, banging their head towards a concrete wall at the point of it starting to crack, to plucking out their own feathers in fits of rage. [...]'; the feather plucking and head banging could be defined as 'peeling one's own skin', in a way.

"'Cause I really hate being safe" [this might be Fylass acknowledging the risk of staying in that dream, that, as I mentioned earlier, has fooled them into thinking they're safer there than in the real world, when it's really the opposite. Maybe it's the ever lasting feeling of security that keeps on dragging them back into that mad Wonderland, therefore, making them want to take risks, and keep on living in that beautiful lie, completely discarding their actual physical and mental health.]

"The normals, they make me afraid the crazies, they make me feel sane" [the normals could be their real life friends, while the crazies would be their mad counterparts. As Fylass themselves explained in the finale: 'Whenever I sleep, I dream of a world where I am happy, and go on adventures with all of you; a world that served as my way to ignore the fact that I was ill, because I feared that you guys would abandon me when I told you about these, [...]'. They would rather live carefree with a mere copy of their loved ones than be with them in the real world, reason being their extreme fear of abandonment, leading them to constantly worry about their mental health.]

"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad" [this could maybe determine Fylass finally about to snap, all the stress and trauma building up to the chorus.]

"The craziest friend that you've ever had" [the staff at the mental hospital listed Fylass's various disorders as, and I quote: 'Severe Depression, Hysteria, Good Child Syndrome, Lunacy, Dissociation, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Dependent Personality Disorder and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder'. This diagnosis, along with the Wonderland in their head may have Fylass think they're abnormal, therefore, 'the craziest friend' in the group.]

"You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone" [again, Fylass could be saying these words to the therapists, who confirmed their disorders and even asked Cosmounse to take action on them. Fy could have been feeling betrayed and used in that moment, giving up their trust in those people and maybe even accusing them of attributing them those mental illnesses just to turn them over and have everyone avoid them in fear, thus causing them to hide their prescriptions from their friends all this time, hoping they wouldn't find out and walk away.]

"Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong" [psychiatrists, not to be confused with therapists, prescribe medicines for those who suffer from mental illness. This line could reference the pill box of antidepressants Fylass won as a prize in the Circus, immediately changing the environment, a harsh reminder.]

"Over the bend, entirely bonkers" ['over' is used to replace the word 'around', which would basically define the words' meaning as 'mad', 'insane'. I find this change in terminology quite fascinating, however, in view of the fact that the expression of going 'over' instead of 'around', could also very well be a metaphor for crossing the imaginary line between madness and self-destroying insanity.]

"You like me best when I'm off my rocker" [this line could reference the time in which Fylass finally lost their composure and actually went as far as 'killing' Lord Cosmounse, who satisfyingly accomplished his goal in having them snap after so much trial and error.]

"Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed" [this line could reference the bliss and safety Fy feels in their dream. They don't have to worry about their instability in a world built upon it, isn't that right?]

"So what if I'm crazy? The best people are" [the 'best people' could be a reference to the Queen, 'best' as in 'most important element of the hierarchy'. Her absolutely merciless and deranged sentences/laws say it all.]

"All the best people are crazy all the best people are" [highlight of the previous line]

"Where is my prescription?" [mentioning the real life medical document from earlier, which Fylass even found in their dream: 'The following is an early observation that I, XXXXXX XXXXX, made on your child, Fylass Paragon Astralio, after the recent termination of xxxxxx xxxxx, two weeks ago, which was a very hard investigation due to the lack of motivation the child had when trying to get out of his room, but this is what I found; [...]"]

"Doctor, doctor, please listen" [this could be Fylass' friends speaking, who were denied medical attention when they got the comatose protagonist to a hospital.]

"My brain is scattered" [mentioning the messy cacophony surrounding Wonderland's void]

"You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter" [this takes place in the Endless Tea Party, where Chaos, Fettuccine, Kurabe and (unwillingly) Lucid tie Fylass to a chair to escape their curse at the Tea Table. Fylass then gets freed by the latter, who explains them and Dolly their situation as Mad Hatters, with Fy being Alice, the Club.]

"I'm peeling the skin off my face

'cause I really hate being safe"

"The normals, they make me afraid

the crazies, they make me feel sane" [repetition of my previous analysis]

"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad

the craziest friend that you've ever had"

"You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

tell the psychiatrist something is wrong"

"Over the bend, entirely bonkers

you like me best when I'm off my rocker"

"Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed

so what if I'm crazy? The best people are" [repetition of my previous analysis]

"You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone" [this reminds me of the last chapter in which, after defeating Somnia, Fylass finds themselves in the Void once again, where they meet and are confronted by Cosmounse right before the door of exit. He tries to bring them down by calling out their madness, hence this line, spoken in this case by Fy.]

"So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are" [this is Fylass' clone reassuring them that they're not alone, and that all the people in this mad dream were all aspects of their psychology they never got to discover. Everyone is a little cray-cray at the end of the day.]

"And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone" [this might be Cosmounse's answer to the first line in this verse, trying to convince Fylass that the actuality of their insanity is not a personal opinion or theory, but a fact.]

"It's probably the reason that we get along" [Fylass' answer. They accept themselves for who they are, and actually claim that their craziness might be what led them to meet their friends and family, thus it being a good thing after all.]

"I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad, the craziest friend that you've ever had" [this is not a warning anymore, it's a phrase of self-acceptance. Fylass knows they're a little crazy, and they've acknowledged their condition as a part of them.]

"You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone tell the psychiatrist something is wrong" [the lyrics' meaning changed again; it's almost as if this time Fylass is challenging those who villainized and took advantage of their insanity to take them to a mental hospital once again, mocking these extreme measures, knowing damn well that wouldn't happen again with their friends by their side.]

"Over the bend, entirely bonkers you like me best when I'm off my rocker" [it's, once again, about acceptance. Their mental state is what makes Fylass, well, Fylass; therefore explaining how they'd be liked best for not being sane.]

"Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed so what if I'm crazy? The best people are" [Fylass is not worried about their condition anymore, they've finally realized that the people around them will love and care for them regardless.]

"All the best people are crazy

all the best people are

all the best people are crazy

all the best people are"

[ending, everyone hugging Fylass as they finally wake up from their coma.]

(WAAAAAHHH I'M SO SORRY IF I MISSED SOME PEOPLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I COULDN'T FIND GOOD ENOUGH REFERENCES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

OH MY GOD YOU'RE SUCH A GENIOUS. YOU NAILED IT PERFECTLY!!!!

GET AN AWARD OF SOMETHING CUZ I LOVED THIS FROM HEAD TO TOE, THANK YOU!

#fylass in wonderland #fylass #asks #this is so accurate omg

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magstuck · 1 year ago

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Character Masterlist

❤️ Rust Caste

Agnes Montague - Seer of Doom, Derse

Jane Prentiss - Maid of Heart, Derse

Julia Montauk - Mage of Rage, Prospit

Trevor Herbert - Bard of Blood, Derse

🧡 Bronze Caste

Georgie Barker - Rogue of Rage, Prospit

John Amherst - Heir of Time, Derse

Martin Blackwood - Bard of Breath, Prospit

Tom Haan - Sylph of Doom, Derse

💛 Gold Caste

Manuela Dominguez - Maid of Void, Derse

Maxwell Rayner - Seer of Void, Prospit

Sasha James - Seer of Space, Prospit

Tim Stoker - Bard of Time, Derse

💚 Lime Caste

Jonathan Sims - Mage of Light, Derse

💚 Olive Caste

Melanie King - Thief of Heart, Derse

Michael Shelley - Mage of Hope, Prospit

Raymond Fielding - Witch of Heart, Prospit

Rosie Zampano - Rogue of Light, Prospit

💚 Jade Caste

Gertrude Robinson - Witch of Hope, Derse

Mike Crew - Knight of Breath, Derse

🩵 Teal Caste

Basira Hussain - Maid of Mind, Derse

Daisy Tonner - Knight of Rage, Prospit

Helen Richardson - Knight of Hope, Derse

Oliver Banks - Mage of Time, Prospit

💙 Blue Caste

Annabelle Cane - Witch of Mind, Prospit

Gerard Keay - Prince of Light, Prospit

Jude Perry - Thief of Life, Prospit

Mary Keay - Thief of Space, Derse

💙 Indigo Caste

Jared Hopworth - Heir of Life, Derse

Jurgen Leitner - Page of Doom, Derse

Mikaele Salesa - Rogue of Life, Prospit

Peter Lukas - Page of Breath, Derse

💜 Purple Caste

Breekon and Hope - Sylph of Blood, Prospit

Nikola Orsinov - Prince of Blood, Derse

NotThem - Heir of Mind, Prospit

Simon Fairchild - Sylph of Space, Prospit

💜 Violet Caste

Jonah Magnus - Prince of Void, Prospit

Elias Bouchard (original) - Page of Hope, Derse

#characters #god tier #magstuck

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twicetolivetwicetodie · 2 years ago

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My 2023 Reads

Dragon Keeper by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Dragon Haven by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐

City of Dragons by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Blood of Dragons by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Fool's Assassin by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Fool's Quest by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Assassin's Fate by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Wilful Princess and the Piebald Prince by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Inheritance & Other Stories by Robin Hobb and Megan Lindholm ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Words Like Coins by Robin Hobb ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Songs of Love Lost and Found by Gardner Dozois ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Frugal Wizard's Handbook for Surviving Medieval England by Brandon Sanderson ⭐⭐⭐

The Book of Swords by Gardner Dozois ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Traitor's Blade by Sebastien de Castell ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Knight's Shadow by Sebastien de Castell ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Saint's Blood by Sebastien de Castell ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tyrant's Throne by Sebastien de Castell ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Rage of Dragons by Evan Winter ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Fires of Vengeance by Evan Winter ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Killing Moon by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Shadowed Sun by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Broken Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Kingdom of Gods by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Awakened Kingdom by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Shades in Shadow by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Great Hunt by Robert Jordan ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The City We Became by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanderson ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The World We Make by N.K. Jemisin ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Ruins of Ambrai by Melanie Rawn ⭐⭐⭐⭐

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brothfan1997 · 4 years ago

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could be taking this too literally but I believe daisy would be rage

yes agree im torn between maid of rage and prince of life for her...

#i kind of want to make melanie knight of rage tho??

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ollieofthebeholder · 4 years ago

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leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall): a TMA fic

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Chapter 58: Jon Prime

Eleven months. Eleven months since Jon had come back in time, since he’d knocked on Tim’s door, since he’d had Martin in his arms again. Eleven months of regrouping, of planning, of worrying and fearing and hoping in equal measures. Eleven months, almost to the day, to the minute. All of it leading to this.

It was worth it for the look on Elias’s face when he spun around to face him.

In the entire time Jon had worked for the Institute, and especially since taking the Archivist position, he had never once seen Elias anything but calmly, coolly, smugly in control. Occasionally angry, although he’d more heard that than seen it when he listened to the tapes much later, but still, whatever emotions he might have been feeling, his bearing had always suggested that he held the upper hand and knew it. Now, though, there was none of that in his expression. For the first time Jon had ever seen, Elias Bouchard looked as though the situation had got away from him somewhat. His eyes—Jonah’s eyes—were wide with alarm, his jaw was slack, and even if he didn’t look afraid—yet—he was definitely at the very least taken aback. It was a start.

“Jon? What are you doing here?” he demanded. “You should be—” He stopped and inhaled sharply as he scanned Jon’s face, probably noticing the worm scars if not how much more grey was in his hair than his counterpart’s. “You’re not Jon.”

“Oh, but I am,” Jon replied. He was keeping his powers in check, but barely; he could feel the static building in his veins, thrumming and crackling like electricity through a power grid, and while he wanted to unleash it on the man before him, he couldn’t just yet. It was too much of a risk with Martin so close. “Just not the Jon you think I am.”

“What—no.” Jonah—there was no doubt it was Jonah Magnus regarding him now—turned pale. “You’re not—no. How can this be? Tell me!”

Jon tsked. “That was never your gift, Jonah. Compelling people. The Eye gave you the ability to pry, to pluck secrets out of heads and put secrets in…but you don’t get to ask for them, do you? You are no Archivist.”

There was definitely a part of him that was enjoying this more than he should. It wasn’t the power over Jonah he thrilled to—he’d never been the megalomaniac sort—but he definitely relished not being the one at a disadvantage for once. He’d spent years as little more than a pawn in Jonah’s game, and it was refreshing to be, if not a queen, at the very least a knight. It was satisfying more than anything.

But satisfaction wasn’t the goal. Victory was.

Jonah pulled himself together and drew himself up. Jon had to give him some credit—it obviously cost him a good deal of effort, both mental and physical. Martin had thrown him for a loop, probably several times, and then Jon had appeared from behind and totally disorientated him. Beyond that, Jon had seen, when he crept up behind him, the large dark stain surrounding the tear on the back of his usually immaculate charcoal suit. Melanie may have only pretended to actually try and kill him, but she’d certainly done a number on him anyway.

“Jon, I do not have time for these games,” he began.

“On the contrary. We have all the time in the world.” Jon took a half-step back and to the side, away from both the soft part in the wall that led, more or less, to the Institute and the tunnel where Sasha and Melanie had secreted themselves.

As he’d hoped, Jonah took the bait, taking a full step towards him and away from Martin. He had two inches on Jon and obviously intended to use them to the utmost effect in an attempt to intimidate and cow Jon. It was the same thing he’d done after the Apocalypse, when he’d stood over Jon and belittled him, making him shrink in on himself and bow under the weight of his own folly and shortcomings, highlighted all the places where it had been Jon’s decisions that led to that point.

Things were different now. Jon knew himself, he knew what his capabilities were as well as his limitations. And just as importantly, he had the evidence of his own eyes when he looked at Past Jon. Yes, Jon had made choices that led to the Apocalypse, but they’d been made with the limited information he had—information that had been limited because of Jonah. When he had all the data, he made much better decisions. Knowing, as they said, was half the battle.

In this case, perhaps, Knowing was all the battle.

Jon spared a quick glance for Martin. His smirk was almost a match for Jon’s own, and his eyes sparkled in a way Jon hadn’t seen in a long time. He stood tall and confident, shoulders squared and chin raised, and he still had a tight grip on the knife Melanie had pressed into his hand. He was also still far too close to Jon and Jonah, and not near enough to where he needed to be.

“Martin, get back. I don’t want you getting hurt,” he told him.

“Really, Jon, I don’t know what you think is going to happen,” Jonah said stiffly. “Whatever the issue is, we can settle it like gentlemen.”

“Ha!” Melanie’s disgusted laugh floated from the side. Jon looked over quickly to see her and Sasha crouched right in the entrance of the tunnel they’d found him in, arms linked tightly. Melanie’s other hand had a death grip on the rough stone of the tunnel’s arch. Jon knew exactly why. He’d heard the near-ethereal music, too, followed it down the tunnel, and realized the stone was ringing faintly with the tune from Denikin’s Calliophone, as though it were one of the pipes of the organ. If Sasha and Melanie hadn’t tumbled into him and told him they were ready for him, there was no telling how far he might have gone. Or how lost he might have been.

Something flickered over Martin’s face, but he did as Jon requested, taking three careful steps backwards until his heels hit the edge of the tower at the center of the Panopticon. He reached out with his free hand and steadied himself against it, then nodded once.

Jon stole another half-pace backwards, luring Jonah a little farther away from the others. “Settle this like gentlemen? You must be joking. What exactly do you think is going to happen? That you’re going to convince me to—to walk away from this? To just let it go?”

“You walked away from the Unknowing,” Jonah said tartly. “You left Tim alone to it with two people who, I am sure, could not possibly care less whether he lives or dies. And despite this—” He ran his eye over Jon’s face disdainfully. “—this getup, we both know that you walked away from Jane Prentiss and left Martin alone to her.”

Oh. That was a low blow. Jon stiffened, his rage nearly choking him. Despite knowing that it wasn’t true—that it hadn’t been true in either timeline—just the fact that Jonah would look him in the eye and even imply that he was the sort to abandon his people was enough to leave him momentarily speechless. And the fact that Jonah believed, or pretended to believe, that Jon would abandon Martin of all people…

He was about to explode, to start yelling, to reach out and strangle Jonah Magnus with his bare hands, when Martin started laughing. It was somewhere between the way he’d laughed when Jon had floated the idea of gouging their eyes out and running away together and the way he’d laughed when they’d been playing I Spy in the tombs. He sounded both incredulous and amused.

“You still have no idea, do you?” he said. “You still think you know what’s going on. This must really be embarrassing for you. Having to wait for an explanation.”

It was the last word that did it for Jon, grounding him and enabling him to recenter himself. Even if Martin’s voice hadn’t been enough, the reminder was. Once upon a time that no longer was, Jonah Magnus had forced Jon to monologue for him, forced him to recite his deeds and his plan before using him as a tool to trigger the end of the world. He had manipulated Jon at every turn, and then manipulated him once more at the end. And that was exactly what he was trying to do here. He was trying to goad Jon into doing something rash, into lashing out at him and tipping his hand too far.

He still thought he could win.

Jon didn’t take a deep breath; he wouldn’t give Jonah the satisfaction of knowing he’d rattled him. But he did square his shoulders and let his lips curl into a sneer. “I know you can’t look into my head, Jonah. But can’t you guess? Even if your master won’t give you the answers, can’t you even attempt to figure them out on your own?”

Anger flashed in Jonah’s cold grey eyes, and Jon knew he’d scored another point. There would be no grading of this exam—it was strictly pass/fail—but the more he could build things up on his side, the easier it would be. He hoped. “Don’t prevaricate, Jon. This is hardly the time. Either tell me what you think you are doing, or allow me to get back to watching the people you should be watching.”

“The Jonathan Sims you employ is at the Unknowing,” Jon told him coldly. “Along with the Martin Blackwood you employ. I was that Jonathan Sims, once, but not now. I am from the future, Jonah Magnus. A future that is not and will never be.”

“If you are trying to make a joke—”

Jon ran the backs of two fingers over his cheek, indicating the worm scars. “Jane Prentiss, twenty-sixth July, 2016.” He touched his side. “The Distortion, otherwise known as Michael, second October, 2016.” He held out his right hand, palm outward, and notched another point in his credit when Jonah flinched, almost imperceptibly. “Jude Perry, twenty-fourth April, 2017.”

Jonah’s eyes widened—and then, not entirely to Jon’s surprise, a slow smile crossed his face. “The Corruption, the Spiral, the Desolation. And that scar at your throat—yes, I saw that. The Slaughter?”

“The Hunt. Daisy Tonner, twenty-eighth April, 2017.” Jon pulled aside the collar of Martin’s sweater—not the green one he’d worn since Martin wrapped him in it for comfort after he ended the world or the soft blue one that Martin wore more often than any other because Jon had complimented him on it without thinking long before either of them knew they would end up together, but the slightly lopsided red one that was Jon’s new favorite, because it was the one Martin had patiently worked on while Jon read statements to feed himself, the one that was proof he didn’t really need to be able to see to knit. “This is the Slaughter. Melanie King, twenty-fifth February, 2018.” He let the collar fall back into place and smoothed it out carefully. “The others don’t show.”

“But you have them all.” Jonah’s smile broadened. “It worked. The ritual was a success, and you came back…thinking you could stop me.”

“Well done, Jonah,” Jon said, in the same voice one might otherwise use with a child who had successfully tied his own shoes for the first time. “That’s all absolutely correct.”

“Oh, Jon.” Jonah’s voice took on an almost pitying tone. “And you thought telling me that would mean…what, exactly? You think it won’t work now? That you’ve warned your—counterpart, and now he can escape it? He has three marks already, at least.”

Behind Jonah’s shoulder, Martin silently held up his free hand, displaying all five fingers. Jon swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat as he realized Martin was right. Apart from the two he’d had before they arrived—the Web and the Eye—and being stabbed by and later traveling through the halls of the Distortion, Past Jon had been kidnapped and essentially tortured by the Stranger, and his encounter with Julia and Trevor in America was probably enough to give him a mark from the Hunt.

“And even if he escapes,” Jonah continued, oblivious to what was going on behind him, “there are still the others. Even knowing, it’s unavoidable, Jon. Fear comes for us all, in whatever guise it wishes, and the Institute is a lure many of them cannot resist. They will be marked, and when they are—”

“No,” Jon interrupted, and this time he let the static crackle through his voice. “They may be marked, Jonah Magnus, but it will not be to your advantage. This ends here.”

Jonah sneered, but Jon had already seen the flash of fear in his eyes. “You think you’ve learned enough to stop me? I have two hundred years of experience and Knowledge. What do you bring to the table? A few tricks? This cheap attempt at intimidation? You cannot overpower me, Jon. Not now when I can see my triumph within my grasp. Thwart me, and I will simply find another.”

“Oh, no.” Jon took another diagonal step, turning his shoulders as he did so; as he expected, Jonah followed him. “There will be no one else. Not from you. Never again.”

“How, exactly, do you intend to stop me?” Jonah demanded, drawing himself up.

Jon snorted. “I had considered taking you out the way you took out one of the others. I considered shooting you. Like you did to Gertrude.” He swallowed hard. “And Martin.”

“I never—ah.” Jonah’s unpleasant smile smeared across his face again. “Yes, I suppose that would be quite effective in slowing you down, wouldn’t it? If I were to—take him out, shall we say?” He slipped one hand under his jacket.

“You don’t have it with you,” Jon said with contempt. “I don’t even need the Eye to know that. If you had brought your gun, you wouldn’t have bothered trying to get into Martin’s head. Not once you were down here. After all…” He waved one hand around the room. “Who would be here to witness? Only the Eye.”

“Perhaps I think he’s too useful to kill,” Jonah said.

Jon curled one hand into a fist and fought back the anger and nausea the way Jonah’s voice curled around the word useful brought up. He had to keep it together. Had to keep this going. “I could have beaten you to death, too. Like you did Jurgen Leitner. And framed me for.”

Again he took a half-step back, rotating slightly this time, and again Jonah followed. Jon glanced at Sasha, her eyes glittering with excitement and interest even from that distance, and raised his eyebrows in silent question. She nodded once. Jon blinked his acknowledgment and swiftly returned his gaze to Jonah. He’d managed it right. He now had the tunnel to the Institute at his back and the Panopticon at his front. He was directly between the two access points for the Beholder. He had Jonah exactly where he wanted him.

“Jurgen Leitner?” Jonah repeated. “That pompous ass?”

Martin and Melanie’s snorts were nearly identical. Jon didn’t bother to repress his smirk. “He’s living in those tunnels, you know. Has been for years. He used to help Gertrude out, too. He was going to tell me some of those details you thought my counterpart didn’t know, and I wasn’t knowledgeable enough to shield my thoughts enough that you didn’t know I was talking to someone. You slipped in while I was out of my office, tormented him the same way you did Gertrude, and beat him to death with a length of pipe. Left the body there. Of course Daisy thought I’d done it.”

“It would have been quite difficult for me to use you if you were in prison.”

“Oh, you made it clear that you didn’t actually think I’d done it. But you certainly brought me to Daisy’s attention. Dangled me in front of her. You knew she would come after me eventually, knew it would mark me. You used her as much as you used the rest of us, long before she joined the Institute.” Jon met Jonah’s eyes. It was far easier than it had ever been before. “Never again, Jonah. I will never allow you to use anyone for your evil purpose again. You don’t deserve the power you want to wield.”

“You could join me, you know,” Jonah offered.

Jon almost choked. “What?”

“Join me,” Jonah said again, and if Jon thought for a minute that Elias Bouchard was the type, he’d have expected the next sentence to be something along the lines of Together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. “You’ve seen the world, Jon. The world we created, in your time. You know how very beautiful it can be. Rulers together of a forsaken world. Overseers of all. Imagine it. You could choose who lived and died. Control how much suffering was inflicted on those who suffered. You know what that fear feels like when it flows through you…imagine controlling it, drinking the whole world. I know you wouldn’t be here if you had had that power. You would never have wanted to leave it.” He spread his hands out invitingly towards Jon. “We would live forever. Imagine it, Jon. It would be so easy, and so rewarding. All you need to do…is say the words.”

Martin’s face went white as a sheet. Those freckles that hadn’t been bleached to pale shadows by the Lonely stood out clearer than Jon had seen them in ages, and his lips parted slightly. The naked fear in his sightless eyes was almost physically painful. He was scared, worse than he’d been in a long time.

And something seemed to tighten around Jon’s wrist.

Martin knew Jon better than anybody in the universe, maybe better than Jon even knew himself. He knew how close to the edge Jon had been at times, how close he’d come to succumbing to the Eye and becoming its conduit. How hard Jon had fought to keep from becoming like Jude Perry, like Mike Crew, like Jared Hopworth. And he knew just how hard Jon was tempted at times to give in, how much Jon wanted to know what would happen if he did. How tired he got sometimes of the constant daily struggle. He alone, out of anybody, knew that there was a part of Jon that wanted to say yes.

But not enough of one. Not nearly enough of one. There was no temptation in the world strong enough to lure him away from Martin, nothing in the universe he wanted more than to spend whatever time he was granted with the man he loved. Martin had promised to kill him if he ever came close to agreeing to what Jonah was proposing, and Jon had sworn to himself then and there that he would never force Martin to make that call. He knew that Martin would never be able to live with himself if he did. And Jon loved him too much to hurt him that way if there was any other option.

But Martin couldn’t see his face. For all he knew, Jon was seriously considering the offer. Jon would have to reassure him.

“If you think,” he said, “for one moment that I would agree to that knowing what it would mean, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought you were. And that, Jonah Magnus, is saying something.”

Martin drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes for a brief moment, then seemed to relax. Jonah’s smile melted away. He opened his mouth to say something. Jon didn’t give him the chance. “I have seen your ‘forsaken world’, and I have seen what it cost everyone who lived in it. I have felt the pain and suffering of those within it, and I know that there is no one, Watched or Watcher, who escaped that pain and suffering. Even those who thought they wanted it, in the end, found they did not. Even you would have learned that, sooner or later.” He narrowed his eyes at Jonah. “And I would sooner gouge my own eyes out, here and now, than share any kind of power with you.”

Jon again saw the cold, pale fury in Jonah’s eyes that he had last seen when Martin defied him after the Apocalypse, but this time it didn’t go away. “That can be arranged.”

“I don’t think so.” Jon felt the static building up again, and this time, he didn’t try to hold it back. “Your time has come.”

Power thrummed through his veins. It was the way he’d felt when facing down the Not-Them both times, when he’d struck down Jared Hopworth, when he’d caught hold of Helen’s lie, but somehow it was stronger. Again he felt that tightening around his wrist, and he could feel a power flowing through that as well, fueling him, giving him strength and courage.

“For two hundred years, you have sat atop your ivory tower and pretended to rule,” he said. The words came easily, leading Jon to wonder if he was saying them or the Ceaseless Watcher was. “You have set yourself up as a god among men, and you have believed yourself to be untouchable. You have manipulated and pulled and lured, and through it all, you have believed yourself to be endearing yourself to your master. But It Knows You, and it Knows that it is not fear you have feasted on all these years, merely power over others. You have desired only your own ends and served no one but yourself.”

He was aware of an echo to his voice, as though someone else was speaking the words with him. At first he thought it was just that, an echo, or maybe the Beholder resonating through him, but he recognized the second voice for what it was at about the same moment Jonah’s eyes widened, and the fear in them wasn’t fleeting. It was Gertrude Robinson’s voice joining Jon’s, maybe prompting him, maybe lending her power to his. Maybe it was just a manifestation of his power after all, enhancing Jonah’s fear.

Jon could taste that fear. It was exhilarating and intoxicating. Whatever was around his wrist seemed to tighten further, reminding him that it was there, reminding him of what he was trying to do. Keeping him grounded. In that instant, Jon recognized it as a manifestation of his bond to Martin, the one Annabelle Cane had enhanced, and it gave him a renewed sense of conviction.

“Two hundred years of pain and death and misery,” he continued, “and all of it spent running from your own fears. Know now that Fear has come for you, Jonah Magnus. You cannot escape it and you cannot run from it.”

“No—no—no,” Jonah gasped, backing away from Jon, or trying to. “J-Jon, please—”

“For our Tim,” Jon snarled, and Gertrude Robinson’s voice and all their combined power joined in with him. “For our Sasha, and for Gertrude Robinson, and for all the others you have killed and trapped and harmed. For my Martin. For every life you took, every dream you destroyed, every ounce of pain and fear you inflicted on others—let it all be turned back on you tenfold. Feel it all, and for the first time in your life, Jonah Magnus, you will truly Know.”

“Jon—please—I don’t want to die,” Jonah begged.

“Neither did they.” Jon raised his voice and felt his hair stand on end. “Ceaseless Watcher, turn your gaze upon this miserable, pathetic, wretched thing!”

The light in the room flashed as though struck by lightning, but a brilliant, blazing green, coming from both directions and centered directly on Jonah Magnus, who began to scream. Jon felt the fear slam into him, filling him near to bursting, thrumming through his veins and body like he’d simultaneously grabbed hold of a live electrical wire and tried to drink from a fire hose like a straw. Either Elias Bouchard’s body was shrinking or Jon had grown, or perhaps he was merely floating above the floor, but whatever the case, he was now looking down on the man from above.

In the exact same instant, Martin lunged forward and, with a roar of satisfaction and an accuracy that Jon Knew would not have been possible without their bond, drove the knife with both hands into the heart of Jonah Magnus’s body.

Elias’s scream rose to a fever pitch, joined by more voices—six, if Jon was any judge: the screams of the other five men Jonah Magnus murdered to extend his life, and the scream of the original Jonah Magnus himself, a dry, dusty sort of scream, desperate and frightened and pained. The green light flared up and filled the room in a blinding, soundless explosion—

—and then, suddenly, it was gone, leaving a vacuum of silence and the ruins of a prison guard tower.

Jon’s feet hit the ground—so he had been floating after all—and he stumbled slightly. Where Elias Bouchard had been, there was nothing but a scorch mark on the stone, and Martin was half-kneeling in the center of the guard tower, knife still in hand, but nothing remaining of Jonah Magnus’s original body but a scattering of dust.

Martin blinked twice, dropped the knife, and got to his feet, turning unerringly in Jon’s direction. “Jon?” he called.

“Martin,” Jon choked out. He reached out his hands desperately for Martin, wanting to hold him close, to tell him they’d done it, that they were safe, that it was over, that it had worked. That Jonah Magnus was dead and would never harm anyone else again. That they had won.

That he loved him, so very, very much.

He made it no more than a couple of steps before his strength failed him and he pitched forward, gasping. Two strong arms caught him and pulled him close. The last thing Jon heard was Martin desperately, frantically screaming his name.

And then everything went black.

#ollie writes fanfic #leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall)#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #smiting #intimidation tw #manipulation tw #belittling tw #stabbing tw #mention of murder (inc. brutal pipe murder)#we're so close to the end y'all #I can't believe it

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mabeywitching · 4 years ago

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Happy Belated Neil banging out the tunes day here’s some tma classpects to celebrate

Jon: Prince of Void - Derse

Sasha: Witch of Light - Prospit

Tim: Knight of Heart - Derse

Martin: Sylph of Life - Prospit

Basira: Seer of Mind - Derse

Daisy: Thief of Hope - Derse

Melanie: Maid of Doom - Derse

Michael: Page of Rage - Prospit

Gerry: Rogue of Space - Derse

#ghostlytext #the magnus archives #tma #magpod #tmastuck #classpect #tbh i could go back and forth on a few but i like these

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ceescedasticity · 4 years ago

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a terrible, terrible idea I will not be finishing

TMA SBURB session scenario

The setup is that somehow, one of the current main character survivors finds out about SBURB, and comes up with an outlandish plan to force a session and drag the fears into the Incipisphere, thus leaving Earth to return to its original state. Pretend this is a feasible plan. Pretend it comes with a good plan to keep the Reckoning from destroying Earth immediately after it's restored.

The fears aren't going to be naturally inclined to go to the Incipisphere. It has a very low population — I'd be surprised if carapacians and consorts together topped a hundred thousand, though if you count underlings that's probably at least doubled — and even setting that aside some fears are just not well-represented. It's a very sterile place. So, the plan is to fill the "player" positions with people who can provide anchors for the fears and drag them into the Incipisphere, too. Pretend this makes sense.

(That puts us at over twelve players in a session, so I'll be using some original classes and aspects.)

The necessary qualifications for "players" are that they (1) are well-marked but not overwhelmed, (2) can be convinced to cooperate, and (3) are… accessible. Obviously live people are most accessible, but most live people are either overwhelmed and most of the rest are Avatars who are… actually they could also be described as overwhelmed, just in a different way. And the Incipisphere does have that little "dreamself" mechanism, so if they (read: Jon) have a sufficient... trace on a person (read: direct statement, Archive contract, accumulation of indirect statements, or some weird stuff), they can toss them straight into their dreamself, thus reviving them, possibly closer to human than they were before. (Or possibly creating a functionally identical copy. Hopefully no one asks.) Pretend this makes sense, too.

(They didn't attempt to exert any control over which moon people got, or which 'role'.)

Also benefiting from a dreamself: Jon, who barely survived the gross overextension of his powers figuring out how to do this and pulling in the "players" but just dropped upon entering the actual Incipisphere. He's now definitely in pre-coma condition and possibly even more regressed; he's been too disoriented to do much experimenting.

Melanie agreed to be the primary anchor for Slaughter because it's one of the stronger fears in the Incipisphere (the Battlefield and Prospit-Derse war in general mean the carapacians tend to be a good source for it) so they need someone trustworthy in the position. She's monitoring herself VERY carefully. She's also a secondary anchor for Beholding, but there's not any shortage there anyway. Her role according to the Incipisphere is Mage of Breath, Prospit dreamer, Land of Reeds and Whistles.

Georgie can't really anchor anything but End. Which is fine because it's also a fear native to the Incipisphere, and the only one that's a conceivable flight risk since the horrorterrors aren't afraid of anything else. Her mythological role is Sylph of Time, Derse dreamer, Land of Knells and Echoes.

Martin is the primary anchor for the Extinction, which may be a bit player as far as the entities are concerned but which is deeply engraved in the Incipisphere what with the Reckoning and everything. He's a secondary anchor for the Lonely as well as Beholding. His role is Rogue of Blood, Prospit dreamer, Land of Smoke and Craters.

Jon is the primary anchor for Beholding and a secondary anchor for pretty much everything else. (Beholding isn't a major concern for the Incipisphere's natives, but it's a potential issue for players, depending on their awareness.) He hasn't been needing statements, which he hopes is because he's regressed past the need for them, but which is actually because his Aspect is standing in for them. His role is Prince of Light, Prospit dreamer, Land of Sand and Searchlights.

Basira is the primary anchor for the Dark (since Beholding is taken). It's of middling strength, more than Beholding but much less than Slaughter or End; you get some Prospitians and consorts scared of the dark, but usually it's the least of everyone's worries. Her role is Maid of Mind, Prospit dreamer, Land of Pitch and Frames.

Annabelle Cane probably would agree to participate, but no one trusts either her or their own ability to manage her. Mikaele Salesa wouldn't want to interrupt his retirement, and if coerced he might sabotage things. Uh… that Jordan Kennedy ECDC fellow still seemed to have his head on fairly straight, right? He can anchor Corruption. (All of Corruption's strength in the Incipisphere is built on Dersite revulsion for amphibians.) His role is Page of Fire, Derse dreamer, Land of Toads and Hellbenders. (Did I mention how reliant Corruption is on Dersites and amphibians just now.)

At this point we have exhausted our living candidates. So: cast some dead people as players, force their dreamselves to form, maybe give them a nightmare about the post-Change world so they understand what's at stake, and wake them up.

The remaining fears that are really seriously strong in the Incipisphere are the Hunt (players hunt underlings hunt consorts) and the Desolation (meteors and RED MILES).

The Hunt goes to Daisy, who has been rebooted to mostly human in her dreamself and is unsurprisingly very shaken up about everything, but at least she knew about the Change (though she doesn't remember clearly). She's a secondary anchor for both Buried and Beholding. Her role is Haunt of Heart, Prospit dreamer, Land of Tracks and Traces.

Desolation goes to Tim, who is... not thrilled to be alive and conscripted again. He's somewhat mollified by it at least DEFINITELY not being more of the SAME bullshit. He's a secondary anchor for Beholding and Stranger. His role is Heir of Rage, Prospit dreamer, Land of Stone and Ashes. (He really likes the sound of Heir of Rage but isn't about to admit it.)

Stranger goes to Sasha, who is having an odd time of it. A lot of the background information everyone else knows already is new to her, and bringing her up to speed is extra work, but Jon and Martin were feeling sentimental and everyone agreed she'd be a stabilizing influence on Tim. She has MOST of her memories. People have MOST of their memories of her. (The Stranger isn't particularly strong in the Incipisphere because the locals are predisposed to accept any kind of weirdness from players without being bothered. Everything is familiar to them, no matter how strange it should seem.) She's a secondary anchor for Beholding and Spiral. Sasha's role is Clerk of Doom, Prospit dreamer, Land of Masks and Music.

Since the game prefers an even number of players, and it's already established the fourteen/fifteen don't REALLY cover everything, it's more complicated than that, maybe include an anchor for 'Unclassifiable'. Give that one to Gerry. (Jon can't decide whether he should feel guilty about this; Gerry wanted an end, but this definitely isn't life as a book.) (For his part Gerry is in 'this might as well happen' mode.) Gerry's role is Knight of Grief, Derse dreamer, Land of Tomes and Boxes.

The Incipisphere's natives aren't automatically AWARE of being steered, but they are; players always have their options restricted by alpha timeline bullshit; this particular group of players mostly got thrown into it without asking them so may be even more aware of their lack of control. All of which is to say the Web is not particularly weak and they need a trustworthy anchor. They settled on Gertrude and still aren't sure whether it was a good idea. What she thinks of it she isn't saying. Her role is Seer of Space, Prospit dreamer, Land of Webs and Frogs.

To everyone's surprise, Gertrude apparently came with a bonus Agnes. Possibly because they were leaning on her Web connections? Who knows? They set her to anchor Lonely, because even though she never had room for any marks but Desolation before she was definitely lowercase-L lonely. Agnes's role is Witch of Void, Derse dreamer, Land of Smog and Drizzle.

(At this point someone finally figures out lunar alignment is apparently being determined by whether someone has ever signed a contract with the Archives.)

The Vast goes to Adelard Dekker. Vast isn't among the strongest of the entities in the Incipisphere, but there's space involved and theoretically an entire universe, so it has definite potential and needs to be anchored by someone who won't go out of control with it. Adelard's role is Count of Hope, Derse dreamer, Land of Stars and Stairs.

That just leaves Buried, Flesh, and Spiral. None of them are particularly strong in the Incipisphere — you might think the Spiral would be, but SBURB does have its own rules.

For the Spiral, the main thing is they don't want the Distortion. They could try for non-Distortion Helen Richardson, or even non-Distortion Michael Shelley, but if something went wrong then they'd have the Distortion alive again and who knows what would happen. So… uh… hmmm… Oh, Mike Crew had a prolonged Spiral problem! He might not be very happy with the because of… everything, but he could probably be talked into cooperating for his own benefit, right? So he's reluctantly anchoring Spiral, because it's supposed to be temporary, he wants to live, and at least that stupid Lichtenberg figure hasn't showed up. He's also more human than he's used to. His role is Bard of Stone, Derse dreamer, Land of Mazes and Ravines.

And as long as they're giving second chances to dead avatars who probably don't deserve them but who did start out as traumatized children, what about Julia Montauk? She could maybe anchor the Flesh — there were those beating hearts in the shed, and she probably ran into more while Hunting… Okay, Flesh. She's not super happy about the Flesh thing but is more disoriented by being much less Hunter than she has been in years. Her role is Ghoul of Life, Derse dreamer, Land of Ribs and Regrowth.

And finally… okay, they're going to throw Buried at Jurgen Leitner. He's probably marked by about everything, and he was "buried" in the tunnels for years. It's fine. His role is Thief of Strange, Derse dreamer, Land of Pits and Dust.

How does it all turn out in the end? Who knows. Almost certainly no worse than canon will.

#crossover classpects #crossover classpect #not my medium not my genre #i just read the fic and then i get ideas and then next thing i know #i've written 2000 words of this nonsense #not next thing i know it's eaten up my entire evening #ENOUGH

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symphonicdream-a · 3 years ago

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@xbloodsoakedx replied:

This made my FFXIV knowledge jump off a ledge for a moment- XD

As someone who’s waiting for Endwalker to come out !! Spoilers abound for Shadowbringers Post-Patch stuff!

I know the story behind Zodiark and Hydaelyn. And though it’d be 100% strange, it was literally an idea pitched in a discord server I’m in. It started with ‘What preexisting primal would your WoL summon into their body? This is purely aesthetic, you could spin a reason why they would, but I imagine most of our WoLs wouldn’t do that lmao’

Melanie tied for Tsukuyomi with another person’s WoL.

So then the next question came. ‘Or or or we could have like a knights of the round or a warrior of light fight where all of our WoLs with the primal raging within aid one central force. OH AND HAVE THE CENTRAL FORCE BE SOMEBODY SUMMONING HYDAELYN OR ZODIARK’

And I literally remembered Melanie is made to be capable of being the vessel for godly powers. It’s her form of Echo, her way of staying sane despite summoning a Primal into her body. And I’m actually gonna draw it at some point. I just gotta decide on either Hydaelyn or Zodiark

#the administration desk ;; [ ooc ]#spoilers

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beyblaiddyd · 6 years ago

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Not to be unconscionably nerdy on main but I saw a good post by @jaredhopworth about TMA classpects and I had to take my own crack at them because they're an old special interest and now that's everyone else's problem.

The nature of the Spiral is to take things that already exist and to change and shape and warp them into a confusing mass, to take what is known and make it different. So there's an argument that could be made here for either Light or Mind, Light is about knowledge and present, visible information and is more traditionally associated with illusions while Mind is about social illusions and facades as well as the physical aspects of identity, the actions one performs. While light is probably better for the Spiral on the whole, I think the identity question and narrative of Mind makes best sense for Michael and Helen. I think Michael makes a good Witch of Mind and Helen makes a good Heir of Mind (and not just because the name makes good narrative sense but it's a bonus)

The same contention exists for the Stranger, whose major appearances in TMA have had largely to do with identity and so Mind and Heart both feel like appropriate titles. But we can see that Unknowing has greater consequences than just a loss of identity. For this reason, Nikola at least is probably a Bard of Light- someone who, by her actions, invites the destruction of the known and the true. (But Maid of Rage would also be acceptable).

Peter Lukas is probably a Sylph of Void because of his propensity to passive play. He passively breeds in others an Absence.

Elias could easily be either Mind or Light, but seeing as I posed Nikola as a destroyer of light, Seer of Light feels most fitting. Ultimate knowledge guide, even if he's a bastard.

Annabelle Cane is an easy one, probably a Thief of Mind because this allows her to take control over the actions and thoughts of others, which is classic Web.

Oliver Banks is a Mage of Doom in the most class sense. He's not a good guide, and he has to go out in active pursuit of information regarding inevitability.

I Love Melanie as a Knight of Rage, because it implies a slow weaponization of an overwhelming feeling she's been smothered by for years. Daisy as a Thief of Hope is good for similar reasons!! The implied inverse of Page of Rage sees her weaponizing her anger in support of her goals.

Michael Crew is a Maid of Breath because Breath and the Vast sync very well.

I'd be hard pressed to pick a title for Martin right now, but I know he's a Page. Maybe Page of Blood? Overwhelmed by his bonds, his ties to others, needs to find a way to overcome the major blockages in this area of his life in order to reach his potential.

Jon is Heir of Light. No further explanation needed.

I could keep going... but I won't do that to myself.

#cocoa talks too much #the magnus archives #tma #tma spoilers

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ekbirchelps · 7 years ago

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Find the Word Tag #3

Tagged by the marvelous @positivevibes-and-rollingtides. Thank you!

Words to find: gone and love

Found both in my old TME draft!

A smothering mixture of rage and fear welled up inside me, threatening to squeeze my magic from me like liquid from a burst water skin. With a primal growl, I cocked back my fist to deliver a devastating blow. Then he was gone. The spirit had vanished like a candle being blown out.

Once upon a time, a fairy king fell in love with an Olympian elemental, a heliad who burned the fiercest of fires. But the heliad was already wed to a Elphynian tiercel, a knight of the king's army. So the king, in a fit of jealousy, killed the knight and asked the heliad to live with him in his resplendent castle.

Also found both in TSC #1:

In the few short seconds Melanie was gone, the boy had already awoken. His eyes found hers again, lashes fluttering in an attempt to remain conscious. “If you’re gonna kill me, do it quick,” he rasped.

The instant she saw him she knew; he was the one she had nearly asphyxiated on her last mission. The one with a quick tongue and a hot temper. The one whose face was now swollen and slashed almost to the point of nonrecognition—probably the nasty results of his resistance against Carcer’s Vigiles. The one that Hesper would most certainly want for herself. His only hope now was that his many cuts and bruises would conceal his good looks. Unfortunately, Hesper saw right through his injuries to the man underneath.

“Well, aren’t you just a looker.” Just as Melanie had predicted, Hesper was smitten. “Do you have a name, love?”

Tagging @creativityflows, @firewritten, and @alittle-writer. Find the words jewel, star, and/or whisper. Good luck!

#tme #thanks for tagging me

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p1nkwitch · 4 years ago

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I always end up trying to put this into everything i consume at least once, its ingrained on me at this point. I love your takes on them, they fit very well. So have my own version of it too.

Ellias is a thief of Light, he steals information and hoards it for himself, to keep others in the dark, while he does as he wants ;;;;)

Jon is a page of light, they always start sort of weak, but theorically if they become realized they are one of the most powerful classes. He starts knowing too little, but eventually knows too much.

Basira i would say is a knight of blood, she wants to be a leader, to guide the ohters, but because of her own shortcomings she ends up falling short. Since she keeps shunning her bonds with others and blood is about bonding.

Martin i hesitate but i would say is a heir, also yes he is a hope player, even when its detrimental to himself.

Gerry i agree is a Rouge of Light, the opposite of a thief, he helps people when he can with his knowledge. The nurse and girl in her vacation.

Sasha would have been a maid of heart, but NotSasha is a witch of heart, being able to manipulate her identity or her “self” at will. I can be wrong but its my opinion.

Georgie is a heir of void, she keeps herself in the dark and away from the conflics, prefering to ignore what happens around her to keep herself safe.

Melanie is a rage player no doubt, but i cant pinpoint a class.

Same with Tim he is Doom, always followed by the death of someone and gets progresively more dissilusioned, but i cant match the class either.

Peter is would say is a bard of breath, he would rahter dissapear and be on his own than deal with the others, being hard to tie down, plus bards can use their aspect on others to manipulate them. On the other hand he could be a prince of blood, cutting off any bonds with others.

Finally to not make this longer.

Eye and light, vast and space, dark and void, stranger with heart (sort of in an abstract way it is about the self after all) breath and lonely (Something about being able to move as you please and be hard to catch) End and doom, web and mind, slaughter and rage. I cant think of much more my brain is busted.

What are the class aspects headcanons? you cant tease that knowledge. I have my own, as every last hs fan, but I want to know your opinion.

@solaredarisen (you are making mistake I will write you an essay here..)

I'm happy to hear that I'm not the only one who is trying to fit into classpects on any characters in piece of media... 👀

Anyway apologies if I'm misunderstanding some class or aspect it's a whole since I graduated from homestuck 😔 (also there's always so many different ways of interpretation...)

Jonah Magnus - Seer of Light - Light is aspect of knowledge and it fits any Eyevatar the best I would say... With the class I was a bit more hesitant but passive more observing class of Seer who is using the aspect to understand probably fits the best. (but I would also consider Prince of Light because he uses the aspect - the knowledge - for destroying and rebuilding in a sense. Plus those with class of Prince are usually prices so would fur as well.)

Jon Sims - Mage of Light - Active counterpart to Seer whose main purpose is knowing as well in more in a sense of a receiving knowledge from their aspect. Also mages got somehow theme of not having the luckiest fate so... I don't take criticism here.

Martin Blackwood - Knight of Hope - Here I'm pretty certain about class as Knight is the one who serves to the point of sacrifice through the class. I would probably go with Hope considering Martin's optimism to the point of disillusion in certain situations... Even though here he could easily slip to Knight of Heart. And also because of his Web tendencies I wouldn't be opposed to Knight of Mind.

Gerard Keay - Heir of Light or Rogue of Light - Light once again because of the Eye. But with class I really cannot decide. On one side heir would fit because it's passive class connected to change which is about being consumed by the aspect to certain point... And Rogue is about using the aspect to help the others so... I really cannot decide here.

Gertrude Robinson - Witch of Light - It's active class focused on change and manipulation... Plus Light because of the Eye. I don't take criticism on this one.

Annabelle Cane - Maid of Mind - Mind Class of Maid to add to it as Maid is active and rather focused on creation yet still having there the association of the servitude to something higher...

Peter Lukas - Prince of Heart - yes Void would fit more for the Lonely but Prince is class of destroyer and also active therefore it might be interpreted as destruction of the emotion. Not to mention that Heart is overall aspect for the ones focused mostly on themselves... (anyway I was also considering Bard of Void is you wanted to be more traditional...)

Anyway even though I have thoughts on the others as well of course I have too much trouble to settle on some...

But please tell me your classpects headcannons I'm curious! 👁️👁️

I was also trying to connect entities to aspects... Because Eye is Light, Web (and possibly also Spiral) is Mind, Slaughter and Desolation is Rage, Flesh is Blood... but some entities are really hard to fit... Is Vast more Breath or Space? Is End more Doom, Time or Void?

#years later and im still here #spining around class and aspects #no matter the fandom #also its a very cool idea #to mix tma and Hs #i still love that doc Scratch Elias fanart i found on tumblr #the perfect idea

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