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[alister312]

Hello there! I hope your having a good day (:

I was just watching BLU again & I came to the part where the kids were in the gymnasium reacting to the war being declared, & Gregory told Wendy to “hold onto me” after hearing the news, comforting her. How do you think this would’ve gone if it were, hypothetically, Christophe instead of Wendy? Would Gregory take the same approach? Would Christophe reciprocate, or would he ignore it?

Just curious about what you think, as it’s quite an interesting scenario to me

that is an interesting question! especially since it kinda rewrites things so that Christophe goes to the school with the rest of them… which would definitely change at least my perception of him as well as my thoughts about what happened to him after the movie 👀 but to get to the actual question:

for one, I think Gregory wouldn’t even offer for Christophe to hold onto him. I’ve mentioned before but in the movie, that moment doesn’t seem as though it’s a mutual thing. it’s more Gregory recognizing that Wendy is scared and in need of comfort, rather than he himself also wanting it. were Christophe to replace her in that scene, I feel Gregory ought to know him well enough that he would know Christophe wouldn’t need (or want) comfort in that moment. instead, they’d share a look of mutual worry but also determination and agreement to get right into resistance action. maybe even right after the assembly.

in that one script draft, it’s implied that Gregory and Christophe were working together to free Canadian POWs the entire time. so it’s highly likely that, if Christophe were already at the school, he and Gregory would’ve gotten right into action. they might not even stick around to rally the other kids during recess, or join La Resistance! honestly it would depend on whether or not Gregory is hanging out with Wendy bc he genuinely enjoys her company or bc there is no one else there on his level (in his opinion). if it’s the latter, then I think he would never go looking for someone else if Christophe is already there.

however, to keep the movie plot from derailing completely, I could see them getting into contact with main boys hoping for information. specifically Kyle, since his mom sorta started the whole war. from there, the boys would latch onto their plan to save Terrance and Philip and then everything would probably play out about the same.

honestly in that same aforementioned script draft, for those who haven’t read it, Wendy gets a LOT more agency and more of a role in general in it. she kinda has Gregory’s role and he’s even more of a minor character than he is already. so I wouldn’t be surprised if, given Gregory were not concerned with the main cast, she were to just take on his role completely. maybe hire him and Christophe to help with just the rescue mission.

now, if there were to be any comfort touch in that scene, i doubt Gregory would announce it out loud. he’d just reach over and place his hand on Christophe’s hand while giving him that look of worry and determination. Christophe would give a similar look back, think about actually taking Gregory’s hand in his and want to do so (maybe his hand even twitches, about to, or maybe that’s Gregory’s imagination) but he’d leave first, knowing Gregory will follow with a plan already half formed in his mind.

[stonyponyofficial]

It's twilight on the winter solstice, and you're sat by your fire to stay warm. The snow is thick as mud as it sinks from the sky, forming a shell around your windows without a sound. It's peaceful tonight. The nights have grown quieter since the war between the orcs and the faeries ended, and in your warm, comfortable space, you feel positively serene.

And then there's a knock at your door. You can't help but jolt, your steady dusk silence rudely broken by a sharp, syncopated rapping. Who could possibly be out at this time, in this storm? And what did they want from you? You stand deliberately, shedding your quilt and tentatively making your way from the living area to the entrance. You glance curiously at the windows more than once, hardly realizing you're doing it. You see nothing but frozen snow.

As your hand reaches the door, you feel uneasy. The war may be over, but the tension in these lands was still as thick as the snow. Could this be a rogue soldier, passing through the town looking for mindless vengeance? No, they wouldn't likely knock. A confused returning soldier? As unpleasant as they could be, they likely didn't mean harm. Besides, you assured yourself, it was more likely someone you knew from town, unlucky to be stuck out in the cold. Better let them in, they could easily freeze out there. You draw a breath, and pull the door open.

You're greeted by the sight of a little freak, about two and a half feet tall and covered in dense brown fur. It looks up at you and cocks its head. You say nothing, shocked into silence. You've never seen a creature, living or dead, with quite the same awkward, bent shape, nor the large square head, nor the eyes like dark pools which this thing possesses. It's kind of cute, actually, in a weird way. And then it speaks. "Evening, miss, sorry to bother you. But I was just wondering if, uh..." it trails off. Baffled but undeniably curious, you prompt for more. "W-wondering what, now?"

The creature scratches its head. "Uhh..... spopify." It places an object at your feet and scampers off into the night, disappearing nearly instantly into the blankets of snow. You stare into the distance in disbelief, not fully convinced you saw anything in the first place. Your gaze snaps back towards the creature's object. It's a fucking

🎵

a 🎵? the memories weigh this 🎵 down in my hands as im reminded of the world before the war. you would give and receive several 🎵 a day back then! and now? you'd be lucky if anyone even knew what this 🎵 was.

"spopify" that freak said to me. i havent been asked to share spopify—swapping spoppies as my Nan would call it R.I.P.🥰—since i was much younger. it was a common way to connect with others through the language of music, but the war has sewn discord in the hearts of many and its no longer practiced today.

it's been so long since i've swapped spoppies with another... im sad that freak scampered away. it bestowed a gift greater than any ive received in years and just... scampers away. i wasn't even able to show my gratitude. nor could i bestow to it my tune of choice.

no matter! perchance, if i blast my tune loud enough it could escape the walls of my cozy cottage and reach that little fucking freak wherever it lies. i sure hope this works. this one's for u, little thing <3

i rig my fantasy music playing device up against the frosted windows. there's no way im getting them open, so i need the volume as loud as possible. i flip the levers and enter the passcode to allow me to set it to it's highest volume setting. i set my music library to shuffle and hit play

the bards bladee and ecco2k pump they're ethereal ballad through the land, their moans and falsetto piercing the thickness of the snow with ease. wherever this freak is, i hope it drains.

as for the lyrics which mean most to me from this ballad, as the tradition of spopify dictates i share, well they aren't a very lyrical bunch and especially so on this track. but we can still pick a little passage out!

befitting the ethereal and if im being honest sensual mood of this track ill pick out eccos first verse

"someone like me/someone like someone/like me/love me/touch me"

it does an interesting little switch there using 'like me' in someone like me and then using it again to bridge to 'like me/love me/touch me' that i just think is quite good! i like the things they do on this track quite a lot actually

oh how splendid it's been to swap spoppies once more :") the memories of those ive swapped with before. all their wonderful tunes. i begin to sob thinking how much a simple fucking🎵 could change people's ways.

i turn off my fantasy music playing device with a flick of several heavy steam-powering levers that hiss to a halt and begin to set to bed after what became a quite eventful night. im not even sure if that little creature heard my ballad, but im sure it's out in the world somewhere bringing joy to others as it has done for me. thank you, little freak, ill always remember u and how square your head was. <3