Insane pet peeve I have that drives me nuts is when people are like “Yeah Marcy was confirmed to be Autistic by Matt Braly :3” when like. no. no she wasn’t. I’m not saying I don’t think Marcy is autistic. She’s the most autistic character to ever exist. She’s so autism. Her marshmallow charm might as well be TBH. But that’s NOT what Matt said.
Matt has repeatedly answered the “is Marcy autistic?” question with some variant of “She wasn’t intended to be written that way, but I’m glad people see themselves in her :)”
The defining event people usually are referring to when they say it was confirmed word of god is a fan of Amphibia had some psychologist (psychiatrist? The qualified position) watch clips of Marcy and diagnose her and they agreed she could be diagnosed with Autism according to the DSM-5. This information was presented to Matt during an interview and he again emphasized she wasn’t written that way intentionally, and since he isn’t on the spectrum he doesn’t feel qualified to say for sure whether Marcy is or isn’t autistic. He then said it was “up to you” (you being the fans) whether she was or wasn’t. Basically saying that if you see her as autistic, then she’s autistic! But he’s not going to make it an official statement about the show or the character because he doesn’t feel qualified. He later confirmed that was indeed the intent of his statement once people started to say he confirmed it.
It’s just so hard to argue this when like. Marcy is in fact so autistic. I believe she’s autistic. She goes YIPPEEE!
But I also feel like. So much warmth when I think about how Matt created her. He set out to design a quirky nerdy friend, who struggles socially and makes mistakes but is adorable and lovable and endearing. And on complete accident, just creating a “normal” character, he created a picture perfect diagnosable example of a young autistic girl. And like. I dunno that makes me feel good. Knowing the person who created my favorite show created someone like me, not because he set out to use that as a base, but because he found that kind of person an enjoyable and realistic character he wanted to include in his show.
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Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil
"Have you left?"
"No. Um... I'm not gonna make it. I have to hold open the silo doors."
"No, no, no, just jam something in it and get off the island. I know you can do this."
"Q.."
"No. I’ll find you a way out, just like always."
"Listen to me, Q.."
"There must be a way. We just need more time! If, if I had more time, I could--"
"It’s alright, Q. It’s alright. You’ll be alright."
"For Christ’s sake, James--"
"Q.."
"I’m sorry. God, I'm so sorry.."
"Have I ever told you? That day in the gallery, despite all those masterpieces, despite that hideous jacket you were wearing... you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
"James.."
"You saved me that day, darling, and every wretched day since."
"..."
"I love you, Q."
"I love you, too."
"----------------"
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So I have a question about Arlo’s powers that you might have the answer to
Do you know what the bleeding is all about? Like when he starts coughing up blood after his barrier breaks. Does he just like straight up start bleeding internally or something?
Anyway I love this blog sm you are giving me the unO content I crave
Ah, thank you! Yes, I absolutely have the answer. In fact, I’m going to take this opportunity to make a post that was already floating in my head.
Arlo and Recoil Damage
First, to answer your question in a literal sense, yes. It’s definitely internal bleeding. Specifically, damage to his lungs.
It’s also not at all unprecedented for a person to be wounded like this. Every person with a conjuring type ability takes damage when their conjures are damaged.
(Rein in ch. 16)
(Cecile attacking Arlo, ch. 109)
The difference with Arlo, is that his damage happens below the skin. Here’s where it gets juicy.
Symbolism
Arlo’s ability is very symbolic, possibly the most so of anyone in the series. His nigh unbreakable barrier he puts around himself represents his metaphorical walls, and how he keeps everyone at a distance. His passive makes him invulnerable— he gets punched in the face, clawed at, stabbed at, etc, and doesn’t even blink. The only way to hurt Arlo is to break through his barrier. And when his walls are broken down, there’s a wound in his chest. It’s not literal enough to be his heart that bleeds, but it’s very close.
There’s also something that’s been kicking around in my head for awhile—
“You’re the strongest one out of all of us here right now. You can try to brush this whole thing off... but to the rest of us, it’s still scary. If even you can’t protect yourself, what can the rest of us do?” — Remi, Ep. 61.
I remembered the line being “When people as strong as you show fear, it scares the rest of us.” However, that must have come from a different scene and I won’t track it down.
It’s plain and simple: High tiers have been taught their whole lives to bottle things up.
This is also seen reflected in Seraphina—
(ep. 20)
Granted, the circumstances here are very different, but it’s a similar idea. High tiers showing emotions scares people.
So they bottle them up...
… until they explode.
(Ep. 106)
The judgment Arlo and Seraphina face is very similar. Seraphina rejects these expectations before the story starts, but Arlo has yet to do so. He is very much like the Seraphina we see in flashbacks.
All of this is to say: it is significant that his barrier wounds are internal. The little bit of blood we can see is mainly there so the audience knows he’s injured— but otherwise? Barrier cracks aren’t an injury that people can really see. Recoil damage is typically reflected as scratches, so his internal wounds are both unique, and symbolic of the way he hides his feelings.
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FFXIVWrite 2024 Day 11 - Surrogate
Masterlist
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Characters/Pairings: Leofard Myste & Warrior of Light
Rating: Teen & Up
Additional Notes: Takes place at during HW patch 3.5. Major spoilers for the Shadow of Mhach alliance raid questline.
Ao3 Link
Lady Raimille. The picture painted by Stacia's tale was everything an orphaned child could want from a parent. Everything except that she'd passed on too soon — but not before giving her foster son one last gift.
The noblewoman’s real portrait hung above them, enshrined in Leofard’s quarters. Presiding over his affairs and his family; watching over the man himself. Moro'a knew that paintings like this cost a considerable sum to commission, and that taking care of them required specific knowledge and attention; unexpected obligations for a sky pirate.
But the painting gleamed, immaculately free of blemishes. “I had wondered as to the origin of his vessel's naming,” Cait Sith said softly, his voice touched with emotion. “‘Tis a most beautiful painting.”
Moro’a’s time in Ishgard had also taught him that portraits like this one were made to memorialise — a likeness captured in brushstrokes, preserved from time. Remember me as I was, in this moment. Remember what this person means to us. Situated where their loved ones could gaze upon them, and never forget.
I doubt I'll ever feel worthy to sit where he sat.
Throughout their adventures, Leofard had pretended as though the portrait wasn’t there, and it was all Moro’a had needed to know not to bring it up. He’d accepted it without judgement, without ever considering otherwise. What was he here for, if not to hide from ghosts and broken hearts; from memory?
But now that Stacia had told them what Leofard would never impart himself, the pieces that made up the leader of the Redbills had finally begun to click: why a man who prized freedom so highly would build his new home a stone's throw from the Holy See, and why the loss of his airship had made Leofard retreat into himself, like a creature seeking familiar refuge.
It seems she kept him safe until the very end, Utata had said, and Moro’a’s heart had clenched so tight that he thought it might shatter.
It wasn’t any of his business. The voidsent had been stopped, and Cait Sith had found a new home. His time with the Redbills was coming to a close. It’d been an engaging distraction, which was precisely what Moro’a had needed; there were no stones left to overturn, no more accidental revelations to be had. He would go his separate way, into the unknown, and then…
Later, as he was stowing the few essentials he’d brought into the manacutter, Moro’a heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see Leofard, who was already dressed in a clean set of clothes and red-tinted goggles. “I almost forgot,” the sky pirate said, as breezy as could be now as he held something out in his hand. A Redbill scarf.
“You didn’t have to,” Moro’a murmured, feeling a strange mixture of reluctance and guilt.
“And I say otherwise, Warrior. I reckon you’ve done more than you’ll ever need to to have earned this.” His hand stretched closer, and Moro’a considered refusing. He was ready to quit this place, to move on. I’m not who you think I am, he wanted to say.
Instead he found himself reaching out for the scarf, and tucking it in with the rest of his things.
If, after he'd said his farewells, his hand reached under the collar of his shirt to gently hold the necklace that rested against his chest, to remember, he was the only one who needed to know.
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Ooh,may I add some angst? You know, seeing all these kids with Alan, I think Chosen starts wondering, is this what would happen if he would be kid when created. Would Alan care about them like that? Maybe even love them?
YEAH they do think about it a lot. it feels... weird. they kind of hate that they're thinking about it, and they really just try to be happy for SC, but they do wonder if they would have been happier if they and dark were just allowed to be kids without all the stupid code and everything.
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*points at you* vastard (affectionate but also I don't understand vast people what do you Mean you like falling signed an eye/web/flesh/spiral nightmare)
AH!!! easy mistake to make... not all vasties like falling (I don't mind it!!)
MY domain is the neverending wilderness [: sprawling terrain covered in mountainous grasses and huge swaths of coniferous trees so tall you can't climb them to see the area around you because they Just Never End. you find a river and with a regrettable spark of desperate hope you race downstream, knowing that all rivers lead back to the sea and you might be able to navigate back to civilization from there!!
it just Keeps Going. the river just keeps going ^_^ YAYYY!!!!!!! YAY!!!!
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