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#hope i can add something new and if not may i shall add fuel to the fire for rin!! :)
equill · 2 months
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Reuniting with a distorted past.
Extra:(New personality tested gone wrong)
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wanted to play with rin living in the aftermath aus aswell and had these drawings laying around to share so yay
Panel 1: Was buried alive.
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Comic 1: Who are you supposed to be?
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new friends
Comic 2: Misguided protection.
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obito still sensing the warning signs of rin losing her temper. anyways they proceeded to be dragged into the ocean by rin like some sea monster
Comic 3: Finding out (Now what will you do?)
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obito is harshly brought back from his delusions because now its not just kushina but rin too who he needs to ripped out the tail beast from
#naruto#naruto fanart#kakashi hatake#rin nohara#obito uchiha#naruto sukea#fanart#art#my art#sketch#drawing#digital art#hope i can add something new and if not may i shall add fuel to the fire for rin!! :)#So Rin loses ALL of her memories forever (kinda)#the only thing that remains for sure is the feeling of missing something that she'll never reach it again#she's alone and is left to roam directionless until she meets an elderly civilian that is also alone#she stays with her for a year+ but she passes away. But Rin with her new identity decides to walk forward (with love comes pain#but to love at all was the greatest thing to her.) She cherishes her new memories and won't let it stop her from moving on#inbetween this time frame she meets isobu in her mind after he gains enough form within her (who is also without memories)#Now WAY LATER she meets Sukea who looks like he's about to panic and she tries to help (which uh doesnt work too well)#but then Sukea joins her on her travels (sending minato an letter through his summons of rin being alive and forgetting the mission)#they both wander around (he doesnt know how to bring up their past) but then obito appears (always at the wrong times)#At first glance he's pissed but then realizes that this isnt fake AND its both the worse thing yet best thing to ever happen#Now Rin thinks she made two new friends who give her feelings of warmth but they both also reminded her of something old she thinks#PS Minato and Kushina are freaking out back in the village but can't do anything about it (Obito hasn't acted on his plans yet so yes)
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dootznbootz · 10 days
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Hi!! I love your blog and I’m enjoying your Odypen headcanons and theories very much! I recently started reading the Iliad so I’m new to all this and I just want to know your opinion on smth. In song 1, lines 135-140 Agamemnon mentions the bride prizes of several Achaean leaders, including Odysseus. Obviously nothing else is mentioned, no name, just that he has one, too. What’s your take on that? Any headcanons? I honestly hate the whole cheating discourse around him and I don’t want to add more fuel to the fire because in the Odyssey he was clearly a victim!! I would just love to know what you think about this particular thing in the Iliad. Considering the historical and cultural context, having a bride prize was normal in war (albeit awful from our modern standpoint). But Odysseus is a very interesting and complicated character so this could go in many different ways with him, and in any case it doesn’t really change my opinion on his love for Penelope. Thank you! :)
Thank you so much!!! That's so kind! And I'm so happy you're reading the Iliad! I hope you enjoy it! I'm so happy you're enjoying my silly and I DO have many thoughts about it! :D
And very good that either way, it doesn't change your opinion on his love for Penelope. My opinion/interpretation regardless of those lines, that should ALWAYS be the interpretation that people have of Odysseus.
So idk if you've seen my Aspec OdyPen silliness yet and/or my "Odysseus is a half-eunich from the boar". BUT those are my headcanons. (which I can delve into further later)
but I'll go over the canon evidence now. :P
(disclaimer: Slavery is a fucked up thing regardless of the circumstances. this is in no way excusing any of it)
So IDK which translation you're reading, but as someone who's read multiple versions...Some just say "Prize", and with the "it" and "something". I...didn't really see it as a woman and/or specifically a concubine.
Let Achaeans give me another prize, equal in value, something I’ll enjoy. If not, then I’ll take a prize myself by force,                                   something from you or Ajax or Odysseus.
(Book 1, Johnston)
Let the Achaeans find me a prize in fair exchange to my liking, or I will come and take your own, or that of Ajax or of Ulysses; and he to whomsoever I may come shall rue my coming.
(Book 1, Butler)
But if they do not give me such a gift, then I will seize your own prize or Ajax’s or Odysseus’ and carry it away, angering whomever I visit.
(Book 1, Heumann)
So to ME, (I do not know what the actual words said mean) I take "Prize" of "something of equal value" and/or just a slave.
As yeah...My Odysseus is aspec (basically Pen-romantic/Pen-sexual), I kind of plan to WRITE it personally as a bit of a thing with "Grab one of Odysseus' slaves, he doesn't use them as concubines."
And with Odysseus being the one to transport Chryseis, I have it where it's a bit of "I'll go bring her to her father. Take any slave you wish from my tent if you must. I don't care."
Agamemnon dragged a swift ship down the shore, chose twenty sailors, loaded on the oxen, offerings for the god, and led on fair-cheeked Chryseis.          Shrewd Odysseus shipped on as leader. All aboard, they set off, carving a pathway through the sea.
(Book 1, Johnston)
(Also with Ajax and his girlfriend/bride prize, I think this kind of made him extremely worried. My Odysseus and Ajax have "special beef" even BEFORE the war but they are fine about it by the war. Odysseus not only doesn't have a concubine or slave woman he's attached to but he also was helping a bro out in a way lol.)
And Odysseus is a king and a piece of shit. It's horrible but it feels in character for my lil asshole to basically use pretty slaves in trading. "Hey, you like lighthaired girls, yeah? Well, you have that really pretty silver-studded sword...I want it. Would you like to exchange?"
I want to make it clear that I'm not writing like this or interpreting this in the way of "UwU Odysseus is too of a good boy for that." as that feels icky to try and "make everyone else shitty to make him 'better'". It's literally because Odysseus is just simply LIKE this. He has basically no libido/sex drive if Penelope isn't around. (I'm keeping this as safe for wormlings as I can so I'll leave it at that.)
An old wip post explains it more but I'll also put the wip itself here to kind of explain lol
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Like... Love and Lust only exist in Penelope for Odysseus and vice versa. But he's still an asshole.
Not only do they just give SUCH ace vibes to me but also like, ngl, this is really nice to write and "let out some frustrations" with vent writing. I relate to Odysseus in a lot of ways and the whole "People/goddesses won't leave you alone despite wishing to be left alone" and the "pretty asexual" is really nice to vent through him. :')
I can't bitch someone out for trying to "change my mind" but Odysseus can. It's another reason why my Odysseus is a "pretty boy" as he is in canon as well :P
BUT these are just MY headcanons and/or what I plan to write, while I just don't really vibe with Odysseus being with folks willingly other than Penelope I have big gay for her. I live vicariously through Odysseus I can't stop others and other people COULD find evidence of Odysseus being with others if they truly wanted.
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Hi Faby I have a question L said that she knew she was queer when she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and that her and L started to have a physical connection when she was 15 and I know everyone says that she was talking about C because L met C for the first time when she was still 15 but to me that doesn't make sense because L and C only started to get closer after L turned 16 and her and C basically just met so how could she be talking about C?
Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 I know it doesn’t seem to make sense because the narrative’s goal is to confuse you and get you on their side by making you abandon the ship. You have to pay attention to the details and what they say because there are always flaws in the stories that our Camren are forced to tell. But don’t worry, I’m here. I’ve already talked about it many times, but I’ll explain it again to make you understand better and answer your ask at the same time.
So. During Becky G’s ‘En La Sala’ podcast (October 28, 2020), Lauren said she realized she was queer because she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and they started having a physical relationship. She forced herself to think that kissing and sleeping with her friend every once in a while was just a funny thing and nothing important; something that she has ‘normalized’ in her head by justifying it as something that ‘straight girls do’, and therefore fueling her internalized homophobia. Personally speaking, I believe in this. Not in the ‘she fell in love’ part because Laur’s still forced to say that the only girl she has ever loved is Lucy, but I believe Lauren and Lucy really did everything L said. Lucy was the first real unlock thanks to which Laur experienced the attraction and the feelings towards the girls she’d always felt and hidden deep inside herself. I firmly believe that Lucy was the first girl among her crushes on girls Laur acted on, and with whom she experimented in secret given the environment in which they both grew up and which still surrounded them at the time.
Now, the time frame in which this experimentation happened. Paul Martinez, the one she believed was her first love and whom she believed she would marry, broke up with her in late July 2011, and she only managed to move on when she wrote a song about how she felt on September 17th of that same year. Lucy moved back to Puerto Rico in February 2012, returning to visit Miami occasionally (that’s why the fetus pictures with Lucy and Camren at Laur’s house). Therefore, the time frame in which that experimentation happened, is from the end of September 2011 to February 2012. It could’ve happened in all those four months, or only in two, or only in one. Who knows. But that’s the time frame. Time frame during which Laur was 15 years old.
Having explained this, let’s move on. Camren first met during the first phase of the audition, the ‘cattle call’, on May 1, 2012, in Greensboro, North Carolina. You know? Where that short and really cute conversation started by Mila happened: “Hi, I like your shirt”, “Thanks. I like your jacket”. But it ended up there because they didn’t become friends from that day. They didn’t exchange phone numbers and they therefore didn’t even spend time together at home in Miami. They were still just two strangers who had auditioned for a TV show to pursue their dreams like so many other people. Oh and, on May 1, 2012, Laur was still 15, and Mila had turned since almost two months; therefore they were both 15 years old. The moment they became friends by no longer detaching one from the hip of the other, was two months later, on July 25 in Miami, when they met for the first time for the first day of boot camp (L went to C: “You’re the Cuban girl!”). On July 25, 2012, Lauren had by then turned 16 for nearly a month, and Camila was still 15.
Now let’s move on to the biggest miscalculated mistake that, either they made her say, or Laur herself said; perhaps even deliberately and not by mistake. On June 26, 2020, and therefore before the podcast with Becky, the PAPER Magazine article was released. In that article, Lauren explained, along with other things, that she’d been in love with her best friend for seven years. But the calculations don’t add up, for two things to be exact.
First thing: The Laucy narrative includes that A) Laur fell in love with her sure, Jan at 15 when they kissed and hooked up during parties.
P.S. Is it just me, or does this smell like what actually started happening to Camren the following year? I mean, the Like Friends Do situation whereby Laur got out of her internalized homophobia and realized she loved her and then got her head out of her ass by finally going to get her girl? No? Just me?
B) The wanting but not being able to be with her and giving her what she wanted made them grew apart not by her choice and not because Lucy returned to live in Puerto Rico and they simply grew apart for the distance and Lauren’s busy schedule with 5H, no, no.
P.S. I don’t know about you, but this still smells like Camren’s story to me.
C) Lucy returned to her life after she had a car accident on May 17, 2015:
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“She came back into my life when I was 18. I was on tour and I was in my room in a hotel somewhere and she called me”. From that moment on, Lauren decided they would’ve been together “all in” and “now we’re gonna be in this relationship”. Yeah, sure. No contract that was supposed to help both of them involved here. No, no.
D) They broke up because Laur confirmed that theirs was a very toxic relationship, and the specific reason she gave was because they both weren’t fully healed from the past yet, but that they still loved each other very much. Mmmh-hmm, okay 🥱😴 Yeah, no, yeah, sorry. I fell asleep as a result of hearing bullshit.
Second thing: Ty.
Shall we reveal the miscalculation (again)? In love with her at 15, got together with her at 18 and broke up at 20 (1 year and 8 months, from mid-May 2015 to mid-January 2017), and after less than a month, start of another PR dating Ty. Now, 20 minus 15 (Laur’s two ages from the beginning to the end of the ‘story’), how much is it? 5. Shall we calculate from the moment of Laucy experiment to when they ‘broke up’? From late September 2011 to mid January 2017, how many years are? 5! 5 years and four months to be exact. According to the logic of the narrative, if she was oh so in love with Ty as they made her proclaim every two seconds, it means that she’d stopped loving Lucy that same year, and it’s not 7 years anyway! It’s still 5! Do we want to try with two last calculations? Okay. Also because you may have wondered: “Faby, what if we instead calculated from when ‘they got together’ to the release of that PAPER Magazine article?”. I’d answer that it’s still 5 years. From mid-May 2015 to June 25, 2020, it’s 5 years and 1 month to be exact. “Faby, what if we tried to calculate from the beginning to the publication of the article?” From the end of September 2011 (beginning of the time frame of the Laucy experimentation) to the publication of the article on 25 June 2020, it’s 8 years and 9 months to be precise. Not even in this case it’s 7! So, as you can see… And at this point I wonder: is there an alternate world where math calculations lead to 7 and not 5 here? What was that? Why say 7? Well.. I actually know why.
Shall we play another little math game? Can I reveal the truth in the lie? Let’s try to make sense of this 7 together now.
Lauren explained that she’d been in love with her best friend for 7 years in that interview, right? The interview with PAPER Magazine came out on June 26, 2020, but was done before the date it was released. We all know Laur was born on the 27th, and therefore in both cases, Laur was 23. And tell me, dear, how much is 23 minus 7? Sorry, I can’t hear your answer. A little louder please? Got it, got it. Can I also write it for everyone else who’s reading? Okay, thanks: 16. Wait, 16??? So who was Lauren actually talking about? Ohhh. How foolish of me. That’s why it ‘smelled like what actually started happening to Camren the following year’ to me. Because Laur was talking about Camila all along 🤦🏻‍♀️
🤣😏😎
Sarcasm and jokes aside, do you see how easy it is to manipulate and confuse people's ideas? It's still 7 years if we calculate from mid-January 2013 (after the first real New Year's kiss and the signing of the contracts with Syco/Epic) to the release of that PAPER Magazine article on June 25, 2020. And it's still 7 years even if we calculate from July 25, 2012 (first day of boot camp) to June 25, 2020. Camila is the answer to the 7 years because even if they try to make Laur modify the narrative by making her change the names with the PRs' ones, she's always talking about Mila anyway in reality.
Does it make more sense now, dear? I hope I’ve taken away all your doubts 🥰 Stay safe and have a good day 🤗 You guys too ❤
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What I Thought About "Hunting Palismans" From The Owl House
Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.
Today, I present to you reason #4,693 for why The Owl House is the best thing at the moment: It's the perfect balance of serialized storytelling with an episodic format. The story always moves forward with an exact order for how episodes should be watched, but each episode still functions as its own standalone tale. Having prior knowledge of what happened before adds more to the experience, but you can still watch whatever you want and still have an enjoyable time. Take "Hunting Palismans," for example. It adds so much more to the overarching narrative while slightly continuing other threads. But it's still something you can watch as is without remembering the past or wondering about the future.
However, to properly explain how requires spoilers. I wasn't kidding when I say that this episode adds so much, so you're going to want to be wary of that when you continue reading.
With that said, let's review, shall we?
WHAT I LIKED
Coven Heads Meeting: We already saw these fellow schmucks in the trailer, but that doesn't take away how cool they are! It's not explicitly stated which head belongs to which coven, but you can already tell who goes where just from their designs alone. And I love that. I love that just by showing us some excellent character designs, anybody with half a brain can already figure out the particular type of magic each Coven Head specializes in. It's a perfect example of the show-don't-tell level of storytelling that is always at its best through animation, and I'm all for it because of it.
What the Day of Unity is: Several fans, myself included, have already speculated that the Day of Unity was that Emperor Belos planned to combine the human world with the Boiling Isles and rule it all with an iron fist. That being said, figuring it out is one thing, but being told that it's true is a whole different level pants-s**ting horror that I AM NOT READY FOR! Even when it's going to happen, I can assure you that I will not be prepared to witness it ...and I am scared of when it does.
Belos Body Horror: ...Disney, I was already scared s**tless of this guy. I DO NOT NEED THIS!
That being said, seeing Belos do...whatever the f**k that was, helps explain further why he needs the magic in palismans. I always assumed because it's like fuel for a car, giving him the power he needs. Now, even though the answer is more apparent, there are still some questions to be had. Is he cursed, and the magic keeps it at bay like Eda's potions? Or did he experiment with the wrong type of magic, and the palismans keep him stable? Only the future can say for sure...and I'm also not prepared for the answers from that either.
Golden Guard is Belos’ Nephew: Gosh dangit, THE INTRO HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET, AND THIS EPISODE IS ALREADY GIVING SO MUCH!
But, yeah, the most powerful witch on the Isles is apparently Golden Boy's Grunkle Belos. That very knowledge is incredibly interesting to discuss while presenting possibilities for future narratives. I don't know about you, but I see the Golden Guard going down the path of Zuko, learning that the magic of friendship is worth much more than whatever power he gains from being Belos' nephew. And possibly earning his uncle's love seeing how he's the only family he has. It's a situation that's vastly different from Amity's because even when she defies her parents, she'll still have Edric and Emira at the end of the day. For Golden Guard, knowing that he lost a great family to wild magic, the inclination to go against Belos is a lot weaker due to him being all he has left.
Oh, and also, Belos' family getting wiped out because of wild magic. Yeah, not only does that give the best type of motivation for Belos' distaste for it, but it also explains the Golden Guard's hesitance to use it. He's inclined to so he can save his uncle, sure. It's only the fact that he knows what happens with wild magic that causes some resistance...Also, we're less than a minute in, and I'm already getting all of this from one discussion between two characters.
HOW IS THIS SHOW SO GOOD?!
Intro Changes: It's about time too. It seems weird that the crew waited to change Eda and King's designs in the intro this late in the game, but it also tells me that Amity dying her hair lavender is the last huge change this season will present. Otherwise, why change the intro at all if you were going to alter Luz, Willow, and Gus' designs anyway? It just doesn't make sense to me.
Luz Keeping the Echo Mouse as a Pet: The fact that she keeps the most important creature in the world to her as a pet...it's...it's adorable, alright? And as we established several times, I cannot hate adorable things.
Don't judge me!
Amity Staying Home: There are two plausible ways why Amity didn't go to school that day. Either she's getting punished for dying her hair or because she's trying to avoid Luz so they won't talk about the you-know-what. Either could work and seem understandable to Luz, thus explaining why she admits how "that makes sense." Although, there is something to discuss in how Luz is curious as to where Amity is. Judging from the tone of her voice, it's pretty clear that she wants to talk about the little peck on the cheek and maybe get some confirmation as to what it means. Because there is no going back from that. You can explain away saying or doing something stupid, but you cannot un-kiss a cheek. That is a point of no return, and if Amity really is avoiding Luz because of it, that means it's up to our favorite weirdo to make the first move. As for what that may entail...we'll just have to wait and see.
Frewin: We get two bits of information here for the price of one reveal here. Knowing that Frewin is a palisman is shocking enough, but the knowledge that Bump is partially blind and needs Frewin to see? That is an intriguing piece of intel that I would have never expected to get revealed. This is reason #5,279 for what makes The Owl House so good. Even when the show presents information you wouldn't guess, it's all so interesting anyways that you can't help but go along with it.
Adopting Palismans: First of all, love the fact that the Bat Queen makes a return to provide a solution to the palisman trees being rare and solving her own problem regarding the discarded palismans. It's a situation where everyone wins in a way that is so clever that I can't help but admire it.
Second, the idea of students choosing to adopt palismans instead is cute. I'd say it gives further insight into who these characters are in how they say what they want to be, but there's nothing really new added that fans couldn't figure out from the get go. But I will say that it's pretty cool to know that these characters have official staffs now. Speaking of which, if you're upset that their palismans don't match up with your headcanons...grow up.
This was a cute and smartly written scene that should not be bogged down by whiney fans who can't accept a series doing something different from what they expect.
Little Rascal: I’d take a bullet for this bird. That is all.
Luz Being Uncertain of her Future: A lot of fans offer several ideas of what the future could look like for Luz. Will she stay in the Boiling Isles? In Connecticut? Or will she go back and forth? We don't know, but one question we rarely brought up is what does Luz want? More specifically, what does she want to do? After everything Luz went through, the adventures she's gone on, and the lessons learned, what is something that Luz wants her future to be? That's an answer she doesn't really figure out, and I'm genuinely ok with that being a question that's tabled for another day. Most kids who ask that question themselves aren't always going to find an answer after a short amount of time and sometimes even need to spend their lives trying to figure it out. So having it be something Luz has to consider and probably find out in a future episode is the smarter option, as it allows time for it to simmer in her own mind and provides more insight into her character. As stated several times in this episode, she doesn't think things through, so it's nice that the writers finally allowed her some time to wonder what's next when the adventure is over.
Luz Having to Improvise Without Paper Glyphs: You want to know what my favorite Spider-Man moments are (this is relevant. Trust me). My favorite moments are when Spidey's web-shooters run out of fluid, and he's forced to improvise with that big brain of his to find a solution. That's sort of what happens with Luz in "Hunting Palismans." She didn't bring her glyphs with her (why would she), so she's forced to use the environment around her to make new ones. Plus, Luz also flexes her knowledge of the Boiling Isles by mixing her glyphs with a magical plant (which Willow certainly told her about) so that she and the Golden Guard could knock out Kikimora's dragon. It's yet another showcase of her intelligence that a lot of fans are too keen to overlook. Unfortunate to see, too, because looking at how well Luz can craft the perfect solutions by fighting smarter, not harder, is a fantastic add-on to her personality. I love characters who win through their wits rather than their raw powers, and I once again hope more people will catch onto that aspect of her too.
Golden Guard Whistling the Theme: Look, I love it when a show acknowledges its own theme song, ok? Leave me alone.
Luz and the Golden Guard: This is one of those dynamics you didn't know you wanted until you have it. And now that I have it, I DEMAND MORE!
Seriously, seeing these two interact off of each other was a ton of fun to watch. When Luz and GG are initially at each other's throats, their threats and mockery towards one another aren't out of spiteful anger between two mortal enemies. It's more like...two siblings who get on each other's nerves yet are supposed to deal with one another. It's equally adorable and hilarious, and yes, I absolutely loved that they're forced to work together in this episode because of it.
Although, while the entertainment value is fantastic, it also adds more proof of why Luz is the best character in the series. She spends one night with this guy, and that's more than what she needed to make a difference with him. I wouldn't go so far as to say that they're buddies now, but Luz definitely sowed the seeds into his redemption. He's far from willing to join her side, but he still does something he rarely does with anyone else: He told her that his name is Hunter. And this is what Luz does. Through nearly every person she meets on the Boiling Isles, she always manages to change them for the better. It'll be a while before Hunter deflects from Belos, but if Amity proves anything, Luz has a way of sneaking into people's hearts. They just need to spend more time with one another, and I can't wait to see what happens next because of it.
Kikimora Wanting to Kill Hunter: This shows a lot about who Kikimora is, but it potentially proves just how dysfunctional the Emperor's Coven can be. If Kiki proves anything, the coven must be filled with people willing to backstab and cheat their way to get on Emperor Belos' good side. Just look at Lilith. She literally cursed her own sister just to get in and received all the rewards because of it. The Emperor's Coven may be the best choice for witches to do magic, but if you're surrounded by people you can't trust, then is it really worth it?
The Guards Not Knowing Who Hunter is: This helps add to how much of a big deal it is for Hunter to reveal his name to Luz. If people can't even recognize his face, there's a chance it means that he keeps his true identity a secret except for those in his inner circle.
And the coven guards brushing off his brand is more than believable to me. They may be aware that Belos' right hand is young, but teens will be teens. Anybody with enough artistic talent can fake a brand. So it isn't too far off for those two to think Hunter was just a kid pulling a prank.
Hunter is Powerless Without his Staff: Not much to say here. It's just some more neat insight into Hunter's character that makes me wonder if even Belos' magic is real magic.
But I will say this: The fact that Hunter comes from a lineage of powerless witches, well, who's to say that isn't because of a...certain ancestor?
(*Cough* Hunter is related to Philip *Cough*)
Hunter vs Kiki: A pretty well-animated fight scene that adds potential drama to the story for the future. Now that Kikimora knows that Hunter helped Luz escape with the palismans (albeit unwillingly), she may or may not hold that over his head when the time comes. Or, at the very least, decides to keep a closer eye on him whenever he makes a slip-up.
Eda and King Getting Luz her own Palisman Wood: These last two weeks have been severely lacking in the Eda and King department, but scenes like this more than make up for it. Those two have formed such a bond with Luz to the point where they would do the impossible if it meant she would feel better. It proves just how much of a family they all are and the lengths they would go for each other. After all, weirdos have to stick together.
Little Rascal going to Hunter: Hunter is right. That was surprising.
Given how much Little Rascal stuck by Luz, I was more than positive that she would be the one he chose. So seeing Little Rascal pick Hunter instead is a much nicer twist. There could be multiple reasons why, and I'm just going to leave that to the analyzers in this fandom to decide. Especially since the answer isn't really all that important.
So, instead, I'm going to go ahead and sit in the corner as I wOrRy AbOuT tHe DaY tHaT bElOs FiNdS lItTlE rAsCal!
IT'S GONNA HAPPEN! AND I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY, IF THE WRITERS KILL HIM, I WILL NOT BE HAPPY!
WHAT I DISLIKED
First, there's...um...
Well, there was this...
Ok, as much as I liked--No, that turned out well anyways...
...
...I've got nothing.
I, honest to goodness, have no complaints about "Hunting Palismans" Not even the tiniest of nitpicks I would usually ignore due to how well-executed everything else was.
It's all written fantastically to the point where it's...perfect.
IN CONCLUSION
"Hunting Palismans" is an easy A+. It introduces even more plot threads, gives insight into characters, and despite being essential to the story, it still manages to be a fun episode all on its own. And, I'd go so far as to say that it's one of the best, if not the best, episodes in the series. There's nothing bad about it, and that surprises me. I rarely find nothing bad to say about any story, even the ones I enjoy greatly. I'm sure there are some flaws that others would be more than happy to point out, but why bother hunting for the imperfections when I could accept that, for once, an episode is simply perfect.
(And that’s six hits in a row...THAT STINKER IS GOING TO HAPPEN! It hasn’t happened yet, BUT IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN! I CAN FEEL IT!)
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f0rever15elf · 4 years
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Hello! I hope the holidays treated you well! I haven’t dropped anything in your inbox in a while. I appreciate how lovely your responses are to them. If you have time, I have another one for you. You know how sometimes you meet people who just unsettle you? Like there is something off about them? How would the guys react in this situation if you come home scared or upset? I watched a little too much true crime docs this weekend and had a hard time sleeping. Thank you!
Hello dear! They did, I had a very good time! And I hope the same to you! I’m so glad you enjoy the responses, and I hope I can continue that trend! 
Head Canon Masterlist
When You Come Home Shaken from and Encounter with Someone:
Whiskey: He’s immediately on high alert. “Darlin’? What happened? Are you hurt?” When you convince him that you’re not hurt, just shaken up, the questioning still continues. “Who was it? Did you know them? What did they look like? Did they follow you home?” When you’ve answered all your questions, and he’s certain you’re not hurt, that’s when he finally relaxes, pulling you against him and he doesn’t let go for a long, long time. It’s a tighter hug than you’re normally use to, and is that a little bit of trembling you feel? He hates the idea of anyone potentially hurting you, he can’t live that nightmare again, so for the next...long time, whenever you go out, he’s right there with you. If he can’t be, he makes sure one of the other agents can accompany you as well. 
Javi: He’s used to creeps following him around in Colombia. When you’re in the DEA and end up in bed with Los Pepes, it’s bound to happen that you end up with a tail from time to time. When it’s you that they end up following...well...that ain’t gonna fly. Immediately when you come home shaken up, he’s got you wrapped in his arms as he murmurs sweet nothings to you, telling you how he’s going to keep you safe no matter what. He’s already devising a game plan in his head, parsing out what he can do to improve your safety as much as he can, knowing that he won’t always be around to protect you due to the nature of his work. Once you’ve calmed down and relaxed, he starts gently asking questions, trying to get an idea of who it is that followed you and startled you. After that night, he’s going to insist you come with him to work more often when you can. At least there he can keep an eye on you more, putting you both at ease. 
Frankie: Frankie’s training kicks in here, and he stays super calm as he tries to calm you down. He double checks the front yard, making sure no one followed you all the way home before coming back inside and making a show of locking the front door. After that, he’s grabbing blankets to wrap around you, pulling you against him to soothe and comfort you. He’s not letting you go until he’s certain you’re alright. Once you convince him you’re ok, he’s going to be waiting on you hand and foot. A nice shower or bath to help wash everything away? He’ll add the bubbles you like too. Want something comforting to eat? He’s in the kitchen in a heart beat making whatever you’d like. Shoulders hurt from the tension? You bet your sweet behind he’s got you in front of him as he massages out the knots. Anything you need, just ask for and he’ll give it to you. Later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, he pulls his hand gun out of the night stand, checking it over before he sets it within reach. Just as a precaution. 
Ezra: Oh he’s heated, but he doesn’t let you see it. His little gemstone needs comfort so that is what they shall get. His reaction would be different depending on where you are. If y’all are out prospecting where the danger is very, very real, he won’t be sleeping for a few days, on high alert to make sure no individuals of ill repute have followed you back to your pod. He’ll also be making regular treks out to check the immediate area for any dangers. In between, he’s got you cradled to him as best he can with his one arm, telling you sweet stories in the lovely drawl to take your attention off your fear. If you’re home, his immediate reaction is to double check all the locks before taking your hand to lead you back to the bedroom where his thrower is before cuddling up with you in the bed where he can comfort you. There, he’ll tell you stories until you finally doze off to sleep against him. He doesn’t get much sleep that night, worrying about you, and for the next few days he’s hesitant to have you going out on your own anywhere. 
Oberyn: Another who is absolutely furious. His is far more visible that Ezra, however. You know he’s fueled by a deep seated rage, and is known for outbursts at the drop of a hat, especially when someone he cares for his harmed or threatened. He’s going to check you over to make sure that physically you’re okay, then shower you with kisses and words of affection as he leads you to bed where he’s going to leave you with Ellaria to comfort you and ensure you’re safe before he heads out to find the one who unsettled you so. When he finally returns, it’s with the promise that you’ll never need to worry about him again, the problem has been settled. He doesn’t explain further, and you don’t ask, rather content to just sit in the comfort the prince provides you, knowing you’re safe in his arms. 
Din: He’s quiet, more so than normal when you show up trembling and afraid. The Galaxy is not a nice place. It’s not safe, and he knows this, but he figured this planet would be safe enough to let you wander through the market on your own. He’s going to take you up to the cockpit and sit you in his chair before going and grabbing a blanket to wrap around you, asking what happened. Did anyone hurt you? Steal from you? Threaten you? He’s methodical in his questions, asking just enough to be able to recognize who his new, impromptu target is. When he feels like he’s calmed you down enough for the moment, he’ll rest the forehead of his helmet against your own forehead before leaving you with Grogu to go and “take care of something.” He comes back not too much later. He doesn’t say where he went or what he did as he hangs up the pulse rifle before coming back to you in the cockpit, handing you some sweet treat from the market before heading to the next destination. 
Pero: How dare anyone scare you to the point where you come home so shaken. Someone will need to be taught a lesson. But he tends to you first, making sure you’re fed and comforted. Pero is a man of few words, but the things he says to comfort you, while succinct, are very sweet. Some are in English, while other are in Spanish. He knows you like the way his Spanish sounds, so he hopes that it helps to soothe you while he holds you in front of the fire. When you’re finally calmed and fed, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before standing and walking to where he keeps his swords. “Just to prove a point, preciosa,” he says when he sees the concern in your eyes. “I won’t hurt anyone. Much.” And then he’s gone, returning not long after with a satisfied look on his face. “It’s taken care of,” is all he says, before joining you by the fire again. it’s a few weeks before he lets you go off on your own again. 
Max: He can smell that asshole on you, and it makes him so angry. The way you’re heart is racing, the way he can smell the adrenaline coursing through your veins. This will not do. He’s going to check you over for physical injuries before taking you to the bathroom and running you a bath with your favorite bath bomb or bubbles. He’ll leave a glass of your favorite wine and a parting kiss to your head before offering a quick “I’ll be right back.” In a blink, he’s gone. When he comes back just as the water is getting cold, he’s got a pizza in his hands and a very chipper smile on his face. He makes a cozy little blanket nest in front of the TV, insisting on a movie night with you to help you relax. Of course, he’s going to be all over you, and it borders on possessive. You notice he’s warmer than usual, indicative of a recent feeding, and you don’t need to be a top tier detective to realize that he went out for more than just the pizza after he ran your bath for you. Oh well, best not to think about it. 
Maxwell: To be honest, out of all of the guys, Maxwell shows the most outright fear when you tell him what happened while you tremble in his arms. Especially if this happens after the events of the stone and he has very few resources to help protect you. Guilt is gonna eat at him for that, but he doesn’t let you know that. When you get home at first, he’s going to fret over you, much like a mother hen. “Are you hurt? Where? Did they touch you? Did they follow you? What do you need?” He’s going to spend the night pampering you and taking care of you, trying to keep you calm and reassuring himself along that way that you’re alright. The next day, he’s going to hand you a canister of pepper spray to keep with you. it’s not much, but it’ll help provide you both with a little peace of mind. He also considers making you his secretary for while he’s going around to meetings in an attempt to fix his reputation. At least that way he always knows where you are. 
Marcus: FBI boyfriend is going to be the sweetest, most tender of people after this happens. You come home and he methodically checks you over for any injuries before spending the night doting on you, holding you, feeding you, comforting you in any way you could possibly want. He doesn’t bring up the events the whole night, focusing on keeping you calm and comfortable in an attempt to keep off any bad dreams this may cause. The next day, he insist you come with him to the office to get a report started, just as a precaution, even if you think it might be overkill. He really just wants you safe is all, and it’s honestly really sweet. After the event, he’s texting and calling you all the time to check on you and make sure you’re ok. it’s as much a comfort for you as it is for him. 
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girlmeetsliv3 · 5 years
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Datura Interview
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Datura Interview
A place where the cast of Datura answer all your questions along with some fun fourth wall breaking.
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Here you go. Hope all of you enjoy and stay tuned towards the end for an announcement.
In a whitened out sound stage lit with professional lighting and multi-angle cameras stood four chairs, each having a name written on the back. Identifying which individual was designated to it. Originally there were supposed to be eight chairs, however, in an effort to avoid conflict it was decided the interview should be split into the main and supporting cast to avoid…tension. Seeing as the cast is quite difficult to control, or comprehend, a special interviewer was called into “sort them out” and be able to successfully conduct the interview without mishaps this time. The coordinators had desired more professional and worthy people to conduct the interviews, but all had declined the second they heard who their subjects were. The main doors opening as the smell of Chrysanthemum a college-aged woman walked in with her hair thrown back into a low messy bun whilst sporting baggy jeans and a crop top. Glancing up at the crew she sighed, “Let’s get this show on the road. I’ve got a one-shot that needs to be finished by tonight.” The coordinator at the event opened his mouth, to inform her that the cast had yet to arrive but before he could the lights blacked out. Once they turned back on the main cast were sitting in their chairs, as if they’d been there the whole time. Taehyung, Jimin, and Baby all sporting signature black attire and wearing long coats over top. Taehyung eyes narrowed on the crew, “What is it that you’re waiting for?” Suddenly all of the staff flew into a frenzy, attempting to get everything prepared in order to star right away. None wanting to upset Taehyung or draw his attention again. “Tae play nice,” Jimin spoke, though the sarcasm was evident. Baby shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she had never been good at interviews or anything of the sort. The questions that may possibly be asked, along with the reactions they may incite in her lovers worried her.
“You guys said you would behave so do so.” Alex Mei, the interviewer, spoke her foot tapping obnoxiously against the concrete floor. She marched right up the fourth chair, the one in front of the three of them and sat down. “The only reason we agreed to this stupid thing is that we were promised two weeks off,” Taehyung spoke with a slight snarl. The woman before him always pissed him off, mainly because she was obnoxious, but also because she was a stand-in for his creator. “If you all play along, I’ll get Cloud to agree. But if you so much as kill anyone or summon Satan, deals off.” Mei retorted, a smirk on her lips. “Mei don’t you ever not want to be covered in shit?” Jimin asked. Baby turned to look at him, eyes silently begging him not to add more fuel to the fire. “Why would I be covered in shit?!” A frown had settled between Mei’s brows demonstrating her confusion at the statement. “From being so far up Cloud’s ass.” Dead silence was all that could be heard. “Why you little –”
“And we’re live in three…two…one.”
“Hello everyone, I’m Alexa Mei here. Your favorite and most important news reporter in this literary universe.” Isn’t she the only reporter ever written though? Baby asked herself as the perky blonde continued to speak into the camera. “Now I have some questions submitted by the fans that I’m sure the cast would just love to answer!” Mei turned around facing the three of them with a fake overexaggerated grin on her face, it was the scariest thing they had ever seen. “Now how are you guys?” A symphony of muttered ‘goods’ was the only response she got. “Alright, so let’s start with the first question which is for Taehyung and Jimin. What exactly are the two of you? How did you meet? And how long have you been together?” Both men looked at each other, a silent communication occurring between the two of them before Jimin turned towards the camera. “Tae and I have known each other since we were kids. Before birth even, it was like we were destined for each other. Soulmates in this dark cruel world. Baby as well was always meant to be ours.” He gives a charming smile to the camera, one that has even those behind the stage melting at his charisma and charm. 
“You didn’t answer the first question.” Mei stated rather monotonously. “Let’s move on to the next question, shall we?” Taehyung said, casting Mei a dark look. “Very well,” she rolled her eyes. “Now Baby, given the last chapter’s events: Do you still consider Taehyung and Jimin as a part of your family? Even after everything they’ve done?” Baby could feel Taehyung and Jimin staring intently at her from the corners of their eyes. Waiting to see how she would respond. The last time she had been asked this question, the fan had ended dead in a sewer eaten by rats. Baby’s hands instinctively went to her stomach in an effort to shield herself. “I love them. I always will. You can’t control who or what you love. They aren’t perfect, but neither am I. They don’t judge me for the things I’ve done, so I can’t judge them.” Mei couldn’t help but look at her with sympathy. “If you say so.”
“Back to the two of you, why did you choose Baby that night? What drew you to her?” Now it was Baby’s turn to be anxious. She had often wanted to ask them, but they always replied with the same response: their meeting was fated. It wasn’t that she doubted them, but there had to be a different reason. “She was lost. Anyone could see that. She was lost and innocent in an environment where those sorts of things are taken advantage of. Who knows what could have happened to her that night, if we didn’t take the first step?” Thoughts ran wild in Baby’s head of life without Taehyung and Jimin. It would be a different life, but would it be a better one? She couldn’t tell. “Plus to add to what Tae said. We knew from the second we laid eyes on her that she was perfect. Perfect for us. It was fate, I tell you.” Jimin leaned back into his seat, his hand finding Baby’s and entangling their fingers together. “What a perfect response. Nothing to look into at all.” Mei gave a chagrined smile, before looking back at the questions placed in her hands. “Oh, I see a question for Namjoon. It says: do you know what’s really going on with Taehyung, Jimin, and the rest of their cult. If so, what was your initial reaction?” Mei had wondered why the rest of the cast wasn’t there, but maybe they would have video responses or something. “Unfortunately Namjoon hasn’t been in the best state of mind, so he won’t be able to answer any questions today or ever,” Jimin said, giggling at the end at his own personal joke. “Namjoon has willingly chosen to become a member of our organization. He’s very thrilled to have found people who accept him for who he is and is looking forward to the future.” Taehyung’s words sounded as if they had been recited a thousand times. They probably had.
Mei nodded deciding to not prolong this anymore. “Baby how have things changed in your relationship since becoming pregnant?” Baby was able to answer this one with ease, “Taehyung and Jimin have been more protective of me, but it’s nothing too bad. They’re excited for the child and what’s to come, as am I. I think they’ll make great parents.” A soft smile spread across Baby’s face at the thought of Taehyung and Jimin cradling a child between them. It brought much-needed warmth back into her heart. “We don’t have a name yet, but we’re sure the fans will think of a great one. We’re up for suggestions.” Jimin had a small smile on his lips, as he glanced at the clock. Likely counting the minutes until the interview was over. “Lastly, this one is for some very special guests who couldn’t be with us today. However, the crew is informing me that their interview was prerecorded and will be streamed now. Please enjoy.”
           A video is played of balmy tropical weather filled with palm trees and a beautiful sparkling sea. Suddenly the camera turns and Jungkook can be seen filling up the entire screen, his now long locks framing his face perfectly. “Hi, I can’t talk too loud because Hyung is sleeping beside me,” Jungkook turns the camera to show a sleeping Yoongi resting in a hammock under the shade. “However, I know you guys really wanted to know these questions, so I’ll do my best. So, how did I meet Tae and Jimin?” Jungkook sucked his lower lip into his mouth, as he thought about a way to say it without potentially pissing off the men most likely watching. “I was in college when I met them. I met Jimin first and through him Taehyung. They were always together, a part of me wanted something like that too so I asked them. We broke up due to miscommunication, that’s all.” His eyes skimmed across the next question face lighting up instantly, “What was my first reaction of Yoongi-hyung? I thought he was a bit intimidating and might not like me. It turns out he wasn’t like that at all, a bit shy and aloof sometimes but…” A sincere smile spread across his face. “I wouldn’t change anything if it means I get to be with him now.” Jungkook waves goodbye to the camera before the video clicks off.
           “Well, I do believe that’s everything for today. Please join us next Tuesday for Datura’s next installment.” Mei spoke into the camera with a sadistic gleam in her eyes. “Wait a second you said if we did this, we would get two weeks off!” Jimin pouted, his voice whiny and high-pitched. “That was before you said that stupid joke, you big baby. Sorry Baby.” Mei yelled at him, before quickly apologizing to the woman beside him. All it took was a snap from Taehyung, for all the equipment in the room to cease working and for everyone to be plunged into darkness. “Well now that it’s over. I get to have my fun.” All hell broke loose in that interview room, the only thing that could be heard were screams of pain and agony that bled through the walls.
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A/N: So as you can see Datura will not be updated until November. This is because I have a new series that will be updated every weekday, starting October 4th until October 30th. I thank everyone for the support they’ve shows the series and hope that you will continue to support it. Thank you <3
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amoveablejake · 4 years
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Well, Here We Are
It is time for the obligatory year in review piece, I know, try and contain your excitement. 
Well, here we are. The end of another calendar year. 2020 is drawing to a close and so like many, if not all, journalistic outlets I too will be doing my year in review. Do I count as a journalistic outlet I hear you ask? Yes. I’ve decided that I do. This is my column and I’m going to to pretend that I am a columnist here. And I can’t hear your eye rolls because I’m busy hiding behind my clicking keyboard. 
I’ve been thinking quite a bit about how I wanted to structure my year in review, for instance did I want to go through each category in a classic way and also would I also only speak about things that came out this year. The answer to both, is a no. Instead I am going to present to you my alternative awards for the year. There will still be runners up but the categories may be a little bit all over the place so if you were planning on counting on  a sure thing award winner that might be out the window now. That being said, shall we dive into perhaps the most chaotic awards show you’re going to experience this year. 
The album that I listened to literally on repeat for a week whilst I was working and as result now know ridiculously well. Perhaps too well - Winner: Pink Floyd ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ 
Right. So. Back in April one rainy Monday afternoon I put on ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ to listen to it through in its entirety for the first time. I had heard songs from it before and I was familiar with Pink Floyd’s music before this but this was what sent me down a spiral of their discography, so much so that Spotify have dubbed them my artist of the year based on playtime. Whilst I would not consider them to be my artist of the year, I can’t deny how deep I’ve gone into their library and in particular ‘Dark Side of the Moon’. I quite literally had it playing on repeat for the entirety of that week and now, now I simply don’t know if I ever truly existed before that album. Am I the album? Is the album me? I’m in too deep. 
The best representation of Seattle in a post apocalyptic video game - Winner: ‘The Last of Us Part Two’
Honestly, I know that this category makes it pretty clear that Last of Us was always going to win but that is because if it wasn’t on this list somewhere I think it might have indeed been a federal crime. This year I played both editions of Joel and Ellie’s story pretty much back to back and boy oh boy was that quite the ride. Part Two is a gruesome, grueling, revenge fueled ride that in all honesty is some of the best storytelling I have ever experienced. In any medium. It’s narrative is phenomenal, its game design is unparalleled, the voice acting and soundtrack are both out of this world and the way it looks is breathtaking. It is a game that continuously left me speechless and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I put it down. The fact that Joel looks like my Dad did and wears the same clothes only partly adds to the emotions it makes me feel. Although I won’t pretend the bit where Joel is talking to Ellie didn’t hit me quite hard. But hey, thats the game’s point. Its a story designed to make you feel and oh boy does it achieve that. 
The football player who came out of nowhere to bring life back to my club - Winner: Bruno Fernandes 
It has been a lot ol’ time since I’ve seen a player that I instantly fell for. Bruno Fernandes arrived in Manchester with an already strong reputation but he has completely transformed a team and shows no sign of slowing down. His first twelve months have been unparalleled and the comparisons drawn with a certain other Portuguese player who was worn that red shirt are not only warranted but deserved. 
The band who I’ve been missing all my life: Winner - Niteflyte 
Quite frankly, this is a very hard award to give. There were quite a few front runners however, it has to be Niteflyte. I got introduced to Niteflyte via a podcast about the CIA’s involvement with the soundtrack of the Berlin wall coming down (’Wind Of Change’, listen to it now. Well after you’ve finished reading this piece that is). The podcast only played Niteflyte because one of the figures it was investigating used to manage the band. It was a thirty second sound bite if that and it stopped me in my tracks. I was walking in my old city at the time and I had to stop on the street and find the album the song was from and put it on straight away. I have previously written about Niteflyte and their self titled album on the blog so go back and read that for a more in depth look however, if you take one thing from this it might be that if I was going to give an artist of the year award, lets just say I think I know who it would go to. 
The best motion picture handling of a father that has passed away that I have seen. Ever - Winner: ‘Onward’ 
When I first heard what ‘Onward’ was about I was, hesitant. Any film where a parent particularly a father comes back to life always makes me filled with trepdiation and this was the case when I went to go and watch ‘Onward’ back in March (the last film I saw in the cinema before all of this). Instead, what I found was an incredibly moving and sensitive film about losing a parent that had at its end the best handling of a reunion between father and son that I have ever seen on the big screen. I have watched it a second time since and I still found it to be incredibly well done. ‘Onward’ might well be my film of the year because of it, I’m that impressed. It is also a great film in its own right but hey, I can’t deny why it sticks out in my head. 
The show that keeps on getting better and better: Winner - ‘The Mandalorian’ 
Sigh. Everytime I think that that ‘The Mandalorian’ couldn’t possibly get any better it goes and proves me wrong. This year started off with the finale of series one and it has ended with the conclusion of the second series. It is a masterpiece and for that I don’t want to ruin its ending here. Instead I will say that it does get better and better each week and for this life long die hard Star Wars fan, hell, it might be my favourite Star Wars property. And I know that won’t mean anything to you, but to me, that is saying something. 
Okay, so, I could keep going on and on with these awards however, its the festive period and I don’t want to keep you hanging around too much so instead I am going to include below some honourable mentions with a little sentence about each. 
‘Anxious People’ - If I was to give a book of the year award winner this would be it. In fact its one of my top ten books ever. Its perfection. Read it. Now. 
‘Animal Crossing: New Horizons’ - Released at the perfect time and all these months later it still captures my heart everytime I go on it. 
‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ soundtrack - Look. I don’t need to make my feelings about this album any clearer. We know I love it and I hope that you’ve listened to it by now and you do too. 
Diego Maradona - The greatest of all time. There’s nothing more to say. 
‘The Prestige’ - Oh boy. I had heard about this film a lot from the IGN UK podcast over the years and it did not disappoint at all. Especially who plays a certain Mr Tesla. That reveal blew me away. 
Joe Exotic - Watching ‘Tiger King’ really felt like event viewing and came along at the perfect time like Animal Crossing. Joe Exotic, I don’t know what to say but he has earned his place on this list thats for sure. 
‘I’ve Got My Second Wind’ - I heard this on one of the early days in January, maybe the second or third and I’ve been listening to it ever since. My song of the year. 
Philippe Auclair - Football journalist and singer. Auclair who features on the Guardian’s Football Weekly podcast regularly is an incredibly articulate speaker and is never afraid to hold the more questionable footballing authorities accountable. One of the writers and figures in football that I look up to the most. Oh and hes an excellent singer. What a man. 
Napoli FC - This was the year that I fell in love with Napoli. Theres no looking back now, I finally found my own team. 
‘Uncharted Four: A Thief’s End’ - The game that showed me, truly, how good games can be. I felt like it was a crime that this game is so perfect. It feels like the inside of my head and I never wanted it to end. 
My brother, James - Look. I know you’re reading this and you more than deserve your place on this list. I was going to give you a proper award but I couldn’t quite get the wording right. Anyway, the point is you’re on the list as you always will be. (And yes, you’re in the same section as Joe Exotic, quite the compliment I know) 
So there we have it. 2020. Hopefully the above gives you something to think about and some things to consume over this festive period before we go again for the new year. This won’t be the final piece for the year but all the same, I hope its a bright 2021 for you, see you in the future. 
- Jake, a man who is immediately re assessing the awards, 27/12/2020
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setaripendragon · 4 years
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Apologies for vanishing again~ ^^” August has been a Hell Month for me, cause I managed, somehow, to break my ankle at the beginning of the month, and let me tell you, that has been an Adventure (and not the good kind). Writing is just not a thing I want to do when I’m having multiple-panic-attacks days alongside eight-hours-in-the-hospital days (the two are not unrelated). And spiffing up my writing for posting is even futher down my list of priorities, so, it maybe another month or so before I get any new writing posted (but! I’m pretty sure I do have a whole completed fic ready for editing and posting once I’m ready to get stuck back in =D)
That being said, I did get a creative itch after a couple of weeks of not touching my writing, so I started digging into some plotting/research I’d been putting off for the sequel to my Charmed AU, The Last Charmed One. (For those of you who remember that/are hoping for the sequel, I have about half of it fully written, but things didn’t go exactly to plan, so I had to re-adjust the entire second half of the plot to compensate... Which I have now done! =D And unless I go nuts at some point between now and then, I’m thinking I’m going to make finishing it my NaNo project this year, so... -fingers crossed-? =D)
Anyway, all this is a prelude to the fact that, in jiggling my plot about, I re-encountered a note I’d made about the... mechanics of the Charmed power in my ‘verse. And this may end up being spoilers somewhere down the line of this series (like... I think it might be part of the plot for book... seven? eight? Something like that...), but given that I have no real guarantee that I’m ever going to get that far, I figured I could throw it into the void now anyway?
Random Charmed/Gramarye backstory ahead (with bonus spell!):
So, in the Gramarye ‘verse, I actually have a whole headcanon about Melinda Warren and her coven. Melinda was special in her own right, not just as the magical matriarch of the Charmed lineage. She was... somewhat like Wyatt? In that she was exceptionally powerful and that gave her a sort of magical ‘right to rule’ in magical circles? She had a coven of a handful of other uniquely powerful witches, and they, you know, fought evil together.
And then some of them get outed as witches and there are hangings and drownings and burnings, and obviosly, Melinda is one of them, and as she’s being tied to the stake, she has that vision of Prue, Piper, and Phoebe. She doesn’t foresee them being ~Charmed~, just that her line will continue, and at some point in the far distant future, her daughter’s daughter’s (ad nauseum) daughters will exist. Her daughter will survive, her sacrifice will be worth it.
And in that moment, she accepts her death; she owns it, she gives it power.
“It is possible to cast a curse that will survive after your death, but it takes a great deal of power, and knowledge of the arcane powers of the world, and an acceptance of your own death that most mortals can never achieve. Most such curses that succeed and last are cast just before or at the moment of death, when it becomes inevitable, and the mortal body releases its desire to survive. Most know that life is magic, but few can truly appreciate that death has its own magic, too. To cast a death curse, one must use the power of their own death, of all death, to fuel it, instead of the magic of their life. You understand?” - The Last Charmed One, Chapter 19
Melinda obviously already did something similar with her curse on Matthew, but that wasn’t a proper death curse, it was just the first two components; an incredible amount of power, and a deep knowledge of how magic works (and tying her spell to an object, that helps with permanence, too). But here is where she casts her real death curse. And this week, I finally actually wrote out the spell she whispered to herself as they started the fire (the first two verses are not mine, I took them from the first episode, which took them from the poem The Witch’s Creed, iirc?):
Hear now the words of the Witches, The secrets we hid in the night, When dark was our destiny's path, That now we bring forth into light.
The world has no right now to know it, And the worlds beyond will tell naught, The oldest of Gods are invoked here, A Great Work of magic is wrought.
By your hands shall I die in flames, But by my words my kind shall live, My line will continue unbroken, To my daughters this gift I now give.
As nature we flourish and wither, As the moon shall we wax and wane, But as time adds rings to the trees, So too our magics grow and gain.
Daughter to daughter it be passed, Untill we are fully prepared, Blessed be the number of three, And the bond of sisterhood shared.
Willing I give my life to thee, And by the threefold law be armed, My daughter's daughters ever on, Cursed my blood be not, but Charmed.
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Alright, What About These New Promos/Photos/Putting It All Together?
*Friki leaks mentioned. Read at your own risk*
I’ll be doing this in order of the Episodes (Ep 1 as per the Friki leaks and subsequent Episodes based on my own speculation).
(This is super long and keeps getting longer the more promo photos they give us but I regret nothing!)
~Adding corrections to Ep1 as per the leaks from REDDIT in regards to the premier. I’ll keep my original thoughts and then also add the corrections underneath.
Episode 1
The episode clearly begins with Jon and Dany arriving at Winterfell - this is the “spine” of the Episode, as D&D would call it. It’s the “main event.”
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Obligatory shots of Sansa and Arya seeing the dragons for the first time, a child climbing something to see the soldiers marching through Wintertown as callback to Bran in Season 1. Jon and Dany arriving side-by-side, “together” as they said they would. And of course, Varys all bundled up in a wagon.
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Jon greets Sansa, probably hoping a hug will defuse some of the tension that is bound to be in the air with him seeing her for the first time since he bent the knee to Dany.
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Dany waiting with Jorah a respectful distance away while Jon reunites with his siblings.
Either before or after the Sansa hug, Jon’s got to greet Bran because Bran is seated right next to Sansa (Premier ~ Bran is apparently “cold” to Jon, stone faced, whatever, but why would we be surprised by this?):
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So Sansa greets Jon and Dany, tells Dany Winterfell is hers (a custom when greeting and welcoming a royal as Ned did with Robert, not Sansa giving up the castle to Dany or some other bullshit FFS).
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(Look at Missandei in the background! Look at her little cloak thingy!) Anyway...
While all this is happening, Davos and Jorah stand back and watch things unfold:
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I’m not sure why but I like the team-up of Davos and Jorah. After seeing this photo I’m hoping we get some Davos-Jorah interactions like we got Jorah and Thoros last season. But then again, much of Jorah’s stuff seems to be alongside Dany this season so there may not be time for it.
Then somewhere in this initial greeting and Dany’s arrival in Winterfell, Bran adds fuel to the tension fire:
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He gives Jon and Dany the news about the Wall, the Night King, and Viserion. Dany is clearly very affected by this news because Viserion’s death was bad enough, this is so much worse. She has said several times throughout the series, “A dragon is not a slave” and now her son is an undead/unwilling/unwitting accomplice to the Night King’s plans. It’ll be a truly heartbreaking moment for Dany on a number of levels but she won’t have much time at all to process this because:
(premier~was right about Dany having 0 time to process because of the Northern Lord meeting, kudos to me)
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After Bran tells them all the news, they call a meeting in the great hall with Jon, Dany, Sansa, Tyrion, and all the rest of the Northern Lords/Ladies. We know this will be a tense meeting. Tyrion says “We have to fight together now, or die” - likely this is after he has told the Northerners about Cersei promising her troops to come fight. 
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Apparently, by the way the leaks sound, the Northerners are much more displeased with the fact that Lannister troops are coming North than they were about Jon bending the knee and Dany being their Queen. At least, that’s how all versions of the leaks read to me.
But this makes sense though, as we’ve argued before. Dany has done nothing to these people and she’s there to help. They can see her, physically, in Winterfell, putting her money where her mouth is. Cersei on the other hand, played a direct role in harming members of the Stark family and she’s not present and neither are her troops - yet (even though we know they’re not coming at all). So it’ll be easier for the Northerner’s anger to shift to this queen they already didn’t like and who isn’t there rather than continue to direct their hate toward Dany. Again, Dany’s there, and for Northerners, actions speak louder than words.
(premier~not sure this is exactly how it will go down. I’m pretty pissed about Dany not being able to speak. I don’t think Sansa says anything during the meeting either. Just typical sexist man writing letting the men speak and the women remain silent UGH. Apparently Lyanna Mormont seems “betrayed” by Jon and the anger seems more directed at him than at Dany. This also kind of adds cred to what I’ve said above. Dany isn’t really the problem here. It’s everything surrounding the situation. By Ep2, the Northerners should be glad she’s there, they’re just salty at their former King right now and also salty about the Lannister alliance.
I have to say though, Dany sitting through this shit and listening to these salty as fuck northerners bitch and moan and her having the restraint not to go full on Dragon Queen is impressive. She’s calm. She’s not lashing out. Not telling the Northerners to deal with it and be greatful for her help. She is merely listening to them voice their complaints, as a Queen SHOULD. So TAKE THAT salty anti bitches!)
After the Northern Lord meeting, Tyrion and Sansa chat and Sansa’s concern is: Cersei. As I knew it would be. Again, she’s not really concerned about Dany. If she were, she would just flat out ask Tyrion - hey, do you think my idiot brother bent the knee because he’s getting laid, etc. But she doesn’t. She asks about what she’s been concerned about from the very beginning: Cersei. This I think will foreshadow Sansa’s arc for the season - finding out about Tyrion’s eventual betrayal and then presiding over his trial and execution at the end. All of Sophie’s talk about threats to her family, taking things away that she loves, fighting for what she loves...it all goes back to Cersei. Sophie and Maisie’s words about wanting to finish Arya’s list, Sansa wanting to help Arya finish her list, it all adds weight to this theory. 
(Premier~thinking this might have some romantic undertones with Sansa’s line “I thought you were the smartest man I knew” or something like that. Really sounds like Cersei’s line to Jaime, “I always knew you were the stupidest Lannister” - both Lannister boys being condemned because they are underestimating Cersei. I don’t like it. It takes away from Sansa’s anger. It makes her anger more about Tyrion than it does about Cersei which is again, typical man writing. Make it about the man, not about the actual important thing. It’s as if Sansa is more “disappointed” in Tyrion than she is angry no one is taking Cersei as seriously as she knows they should).
Next up, according to the leaks, Jon and Arya reunite:
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Now, first off, Jon is obviously brooding because of the meeting with the Northern Lords. Obviously. It literally is supposed to be Jon’s last scene right before this one so I don’t believe he’s brooding for any other reason. Anyway...
According to leaks, Jon and Arya will compare swords, “stick them with the pointy end”, etc. etc. Arya will be the one to point out to Jon that Sansa doesn’t like Dany and Jon will ask for Arya’s help in getting the two to be civil toward each other.
Now, Maisie’s “thinking with his penis” comments seem to contradict this but she also says that Arya will be on Sansa’s side. So I imagine that IF it comes up, it will not be in this episode. Yes, Sansa later confronts Jon about why he bent the knee, but if there is any talk about “thinking with his penis” it will be well after.
(Premier ~ apparently Jon isn’t brooding at all, he’s just paying respects to the gods...? I suppose that makes sense since he hasn’t had access to a weirwood in months. But I never considered Jon a very devout man especially after his resurrection so this seems odd. Maybe it’s just the leaker’s interpretation).
Further South, Euron will have ferried the Golden Company to King’s Landing to meet with Cersei:
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And while she’s watching her fancy new army role up, Qyburn will be giving Cersei the news of the Wall falling, making Cersei even more happy.
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Cersei will receive Harry Strickland, LC of the Golden Company, and Euron. In this conversation, since it hasn’t been brought up really in the show, I’m guessing Harry Strickland will remind Cersei about the Golden Company never having gone back on a contract. We kind of need him to say this and remind both Cersei and the audience because to me, it’s inevitable that the GC will switch sides before the end of the War, maybe after the NK comes to KL or something.
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As per the leaks, Euron, after this meeting, blackmails Cersei to sleep with him. I’m hoping it’s not as rape-y as that though. I had read a “leak” (more a headcanon theorist as there was no evidence) a while back that said Euron would ask to sleep with Cersei and she would allow him to jerk off in front of her. And that to me just sounds way more them. It still has Cersei in a position of power, Euron is still a creep. But it’s much more consensual and even a little comical. So I’m really hoping we get something similar to that instead of Cersei full on having to have sex with Euron because he’s got leverage over her. But we shall see.
(Premier ~ so there is no actual sex scene but we get Euron putting on his pants after they do the deed or something like that. The way it’s framed, it’s sort of consensual - as consensual as blackmail sex can be. But I don’t think it was as if Euron held Cersei down and forced himself on her. She had a choice - give up her throne or fuck him so she fucked him. Idk, I still don’t really like it, it’s rubbing me the wrong way but it is what it is).
While Cersei and Euron are otherwise occupied though, we know from the leaks that Theon will rescue Yara in this episode:
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This is not Euron’s fleet because that ship in the middle is not his Silence. It’s Theon and what’s left of his Iron Born fleet.
Now, SUPER interesting - as per the leaks, once Theon rescues Yara, he supposedly asks to go to Winterfell to help them fight against the dead.
And in the new PROMO, we have someone say “This goes beyond loyalty,” and I can’t, for the life of me you guys, decide whether it’s Jaime or Theon’s voice. It seems to have a slight Northern twang to it, which Alfie does for Theon...but NCW also has a strange accent because he’s Danish so...make of it what you will. The voice that says “This is about survival” seems to be a different voice than the first.
I do however, still firmly believe that we will see Theon and Yara in Winterfell in Ep3 or 4 at the latest. But I’ll get more into that in a minute.
(Premier ~ so this goes down pretty much as simply as worded here. Theon grabs Yara pretty easily - UGH again with the sexist shit. If it was so easy for Theon to rescue her, especially given his fragile state of mind, why couldn’t Yara have escaped herself and Theon show up to like, half the boat murdered and Yara just waiting for him like “What took you so long bro?” Would have been way more satisfying. But yes, Theon tells Yara he’s going North to help - remember he saw the wight in the Dragonpit too - unclear if Yara goes with him)
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After Theon and Yara, we’re back at Winterfell with Jon, Dany, and the dragons. I think the way this scene will go is by Dany approaching Jon and adorably telling him she has a “wild idea” or something like that. Jon being Jon will be hesitant at first “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this” but will agree to do it nonetheless.
(Premier ~ I think the above pic with Jon smiling and Dany in awe will be after they’ve landed by the waterfall and he says the “We could live here for a thousand years and no one would ever find us” line. If you ask me, this is pretty fucking romantic and tropey. The way the scene is framed, Jon lands Rhaegal first and Dany and Drogon land beside them. So Jon was clearly looking for a pretty place to dick Dany down in private and so picked the most cliche place he could find - a waterfall. But waterfalls in Iceland are supposed to be fucking beautiful so it should be a really lovely setting at least).
Then, it’s dragon riding time!
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I don’t think Dany will fuss around with taking Jon riding on Drogon with her first. I think she’ll introduce Jon and Rhaegal, make sure Rhaegal doesn’t eat him, then Jon will climb on and they’ll fly off right then and there. It’s a short episode. They don’t have time for lengthy introductions unfortunately.
(Premier ~ yep, was right about the no fussing. Dany asks Jon if he would ever ride a dragon, he asks “How does one ride a dragon” and Dany answers “By riding it”. There’s some banter and Jon saying he could fall and die so Dany cheekily answers “Then it was nice knowing you Jon Snow.” To me, this is Dany challenging Jon, like, daring him to get on the dragon and if he did, he’d get a “reward” at the end of it - which clearly, that’s what them landing by the waterfall is all about, they go there to have sex).
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This is why I think Davos, Varys, and Tyrion look so astonished in the photo above. They’ve all seen the dragons before and have gotten quite used to them. So why would they be looking so surprised? Because Jon is on Rhaegal. Notice in the first photo above, the clip cuts out right before we see Rhaegal’s back - where a rider might perch. And if you mess with the colors in photoshop, that is Rhaegal, he’s green. So Jon rides him.
(Premier ~ yes, Jon rides a dragon. Was not that hard to put together. More on Davos, Varys and Tyrion in a bit!)
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After the dragon riding, Jon and Dany kiss passionately. I firmly believe the above image is after Jon and Dany kiss because Jon still has his hands on Dany’s waist and they look super irritated, as if they’ve been interrupted, but by what, not sure.
(Premier ~ so apparently their faces of irritation are actually directed at the dragons for watching them make out. My post “Trying to make out here, you guys fucking mind?” was on the nose. I think the scene is framed like the dragons know what mom and dad are up to and it’s supposed to be comical).
It’s unclear if Davos, Tyrion, and Varys see their kiss but the leaks say they discuss Jon and Dany, Tyrion saying something like Varys thinks of Dany differently because he doesn’t have a cock - hinting at Tyrion’s feelings for Dany. (Dark!Tyrion emerging!)
(Premier ~ so as Jon and Dany walk away (or as they walk back in afterward - unclear ) Varys and Davos ponder getting Jon and Dany together - I guess like, formal marriage alliance, though don’t know if the word “marriage” is used. But I think this is pretty silly that they didn’t know Jon and Dany were having sex on the boat for a month. Then again, Perhaps Varys and Davos were on a different boat and Tyrion was the only one on the boat with Jon and Dany...? Whatever. So the idea of making Jon and Dany a “formal” thing is brought up. My guess is this won’t be the last time either. This is probably what prompts Tyrion to say Varys thinks of her differently because he has no cock).
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One last interaction between Jon and Dany right outside the castle walls, so coming in from their dragon riding/make out sesh. Not sure what they’d be talking about here. Possibly Jon just told a really bad joke and Dany is not amused. IDK why but it totally looks like he’s smiling in that pic of the two of them!
(Premier ~ for your guys viewing pleasure, the whole Reddit comment on the Jon/Dany/dragon/sex fieldtrip:
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(One last note about this scene: I love Jon’s line “We could live here for a thousand years...” because it says SO MUCH. 1) he says “we” as in him and Dany so he’s been thinking about living with Dany. 2) he wants his privacy with her, wants to be away from the public eye...maybe hinting that he won’t want to press his claim against her for the throne...? 3) this could be foreshadowing of Jon and Dany’s endgame and right now, with the way the writing is going, I’m not even going to hope for more than this. I don’t care who ends up king or queen, I don’t care about Westerosi politics. Just give me Jon and Dany holed up somewhere, living in peace with their baby. This line also totally gave me “red door” vibes. Goes back to Dany’s book quote in ADWD about Daario, “In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. In her dream he had been kissing her all over—her mouth, her neck, her breasts.” It’s what Jon seemingly wants, and it’s what Dany dreams of. Let them be happy!!!)
An Arya/Hound reunion follows, followed by my second favorite ship in the entire series:
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Heavy flirting, flustered Arya, “M’Lady.” God, kill me now. My body is ready. Arya fucking deserves some good Gendry dick. Let our girl be young and carefree and comforted for once! I’m ready. I’m so ready.
(Premier ~ Arya apparently draws a design for a weapon for herself and Gendry starts making it for her. Totally Jaime/Brienne/Oathkeeper vibes. You love a woman, you give her a weapon. Though of course, I’m still pissed at her reunion with the Hound. Her being inexplicably angry with him...for being alive...? And him calling her a “bitch” is fucking gross. What the fuck were D&D thinking???)
A Sansa/Jon confrontation in which she asks him if he bent the knee for the North or love and Jon is likely left speechless because, as has been pointed out many times, he doesn’t have to choose between the two with Dany. He loves her and she’s going to save his people.
(Premier ~ Jon apparently “shies” away from answering and again, yeah, that’s Jon Snow. He doesn’t like to talk about his feelings anyway and now he’s being asked by his sister if he basically gave up the North for pussy. Of course he doesn’t fucking want to answer. And as someone recently pointed out - sorry, can’t remember who said it but credit to you! - if Jon were to say “no” he didn’t bend the knee for love, he’d be a liar, and if he said “yes” then he’d seem really dumb in Sansa’s eyes and prove all her thoughts about him being an idiot correct.
Sidenote: if Political!Jon were happening, why the fuck wouldn’t Jon just say it, in this, a private meeting with the woman he supposedly actually loves - and why would he fly off on a dragon to a beautiful waterfall secluded location to dick down the woman he supposedly hates? Fucking idiot antis. Guys, just steer clear of them until this is all over!)
Another intense encounter, this time with Jorah, Sam, and Dany, likely in the library, as we can see all the scrolls and books on the shelves:
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Not sure how this will go. Perhaps Jorah will have seen Sam around Winterfell and want to introduce him and Dany. Then, Dany upon learning Sam’s name, will feel compelled to tell him about his father and brother.
As we know from the leaks, Sam will not be upset about his father, but upset about his brother. Don’t know Dany’s exact reaction but Sam apparently does say “thank you for telling me.”
Now, I’m not trying to diminish Sam’s grief. I’m sure he is incredibly upset at learning his brother was sentenced to death and executed by the woman he’s been hearing about for ages. This isn’t a great start for Dany and Sam to get off on but like with most things in GOT, none of our characters are ever given time to process their own grief or anger. Sorry, antis, that’s just a fact. Davos makes a quip in Season 7 about Tyrion burning his son with wildfire for fuckssake. I mean, come on. Jon is resurrected and two episodes later he’s gathering armies for his sister to fight in yet another battle to take back Winterfell. Dany learns about Viserion’s resurrection by the Night King and immediately has to face a bunch of grumpy Northerners who don’t want her there. The show isn’t great with letting our characters just be with their feelings for a while.
So while yes, I know Sam is upset and yes, his anger over his brother’s death will be directed at Dany, he won’t have much time to process this and he won’t have much time to stay mad at her. They have work to do and they have to work together now, whether Sam will want to or not.
(Premier ~ nothing really that I haven’t mentioned above. Seems suspicious that Sam goes from blubbering crying to heading to Jon to “tattle” on Dany and say Jon could be King instead - and he’s apparently not crying in that scene...? Idk, just seems weird and opportunistic. And Sam apparently makes a joke about his Dad’s death before he finds out about Dickon? Idk all around, the writing is just really confusing. Everyone’s emotions are all over the place. And yeah, I’m with several others, I hate that Sam’s “grief” is the lead in to Jon finding out about his parentage. As the Reddit commenter says, in this scene, you’ll stop giving a fuck about Sam because you just want Jon to find out who he really is. And that kind of comment seems really telling to me).
After Sam and Dany’s talk, Sam apparently immediately goes to Jon in the crypts:
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Pretty sure this shot of Jon is before the parentage reveal. He doesn’t look upset and he is still wearing his Stark gorget - which he doesn’t wear in the Winterfell battle - you know, a time when it would really come in handy to protect his neck and chest...? So it appears that in the later episodes, Jon takes this off. But more on Jon’s outfits in a little bit.
Now, if this is before the parentage reveal, then I’m sure many people would ask, well, why is he lighting candles on Lyanna’s statue? And the simple answer is, because it’s what the Starks do. Sansa lights a candle at Lyanna’s statue in S5. She tells Baelish that Ned used to do the same thing. It’s just the Stark way of showing respect to their dead relatives. I can’t think of another reason why Jon would be down in the crypts anyway pre-parentage reveal but this is where Sam finds him - as per the leaks. So that’s just what Jon’s doing. Paying respects. And how perfect will it be that he’s standing in front of his mother’s statue completely clueless, only to learn moments after this that she is, in fact, his mother and not his aunt? I think Jon will likely turn back to her statue with an incredulous look on his face and see Lyanna in a whole new light.
Sam tells Jon about Dany burning his brother, tells Jon he’s the true heir, Jon insists Dany is queen now and is the one in charge, he already bent the knee, I think he argues with Sam a little about the parentage thing at first. It’s unclear how this scene will end but it will be the end of the episode.
(Premier ~ so apparently that is not the end of the episode. More in a minute. Apparently Sam tells Jon Dany would do the right thing for the people and bend the knee to him and Jon considers this possibility? Which 1 - weird. But as I stated in a recent ask, this is also another interaction that completely shoots down Political!Jon for those of you nervous-Nellies who have a heart attack every time an anti posts a new meta about it. If Jon were so afraid of Dany and suspicious of her and so distrusting of her that he had to sleep with her to manipulate her to his side, he wouldn’t think “hmm, yeah, maybe she will bend the knee to me as I’m the rightful heir”. He’d be terrified of this information and want Sam to keep it to himself. He would likely guess Dany would want to kill him if he distrusted her so. But he doesn’t distrust her and he apparently thinks she may bend the knee to him. This could be wishful thinking, but perhaps Jon is already considering a marriage alliance with Dany to avoid this drama altogether...? Who knows.
The actual END of the episode is Jaime showing up to Winterfell and locking eyes with Bran. No one else around. Just those two. The end.
Other things not previously mentioned:
Night’s Watch shenanigans. Not sure what goes on with this, if they are at castle black or not. Something with the Umbers - I had a really hard time interpreting this because it was so unclear. Will have to just wait for the actual episode. I think Sansa writers to Ned Umber too...? Fuck if I know.
Also ruins in the Wall at Castle Black...or at Last Hearth. Again, location is unclear. But definitely seems the Night King is trying to send the living a message of some kind, it’s just in an ancient language no one can understand. So this is interesting to say the least.
Also, Qyburn on behalf of Cersei, offers Bronn money to go find Jaime and Tyrion and kill them).
Phew, that was a lot.
Episode 2!
This is where I move heavy into tinfoily theory bits here but I think my guesses are pretty educated! Bear with me!
Episode 2 will open with Cersei alone in bed, Euron likely having left after they did whatever they did the episode before. And this is when Cersei will miscarry.
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I have a very specific reason for thinking the episode will open with Cersei’s miscarriage but I will explain that later. Also, I know according to the early S7 script leaks, Cersei’s last 7x07 scene was supposed to be the miscarriage, but I think D&D had very good reason to shift it from S7 to S8.
So far as the rest of the order of the episode, it’s pretty unclear, as is whatever goes on during this episode because we don’t have Friki leaks to go off of anymore. But after Cersei’s miscarriage, I think we’ll head back to Winterfell where Dany will receive Jaime (remember, she’s the reigning monarch here so she would receive newcomers).
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It’s going to be a tense meeting.
Because of the Jon parentage reveal the end of the episode prior, I don’t think Jon will be at this meeting. Dany may not even know where he is so it’s just her and Jaime and Tyrion and maybe a few other Team Targaryen folks.
Jaime will let Dany know of Cersei’s betrayal and that he “intends to fight for the living” regardless of what Cersei is doing.
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Tyrion will stick up for Jaime, have his back, support him, tell Dany he thinks Jaime is telling the truth and that Jaime’s intentions are pure.
At this point, I don’t think Tyrion has any intention of betraying Dany and the Starks yet. But I think how Dany reacts to the Cersei news may inform Tyrion’s eventual decision to change sides later. Also, everyone please keep in mind Dany doesn’t know Cersei is pregnant (or was) and I don’t think Tyrion will tell her. I think Tyrion will just remind Dany of the dead coming south, Viserion, etc. in order to keep her from flying off for the afternoon to go take care of Cersei. If Tyrion were to tell Dany of Cersei’s pregnancy, she may immediately suspect him of knowing Cersei was lying about coming to help. So he’ll want to keep that information locked up tight.
Now, sometime after Jaime’s arrival and reception by Dany, Tyrion and Jaime will probably have a brotherly conversation, I’m guessing Tyrion will bring up Cersei’s pregnancy, maybe ask how Jaime had the strength to leave Cersei knowing she was pregnant, other things.
Jaime could then go on to have a little reunion with Brienne and may even meet Bran again. (Premier ~ obviously this happened the episode prior and maybe we would just get a continuation of that scene before Jaime meets with Dany). There is also the possibility of another large council with the Northern Lords where they tell them of Cersei’s betrayal - which would further get the heat off Dany’s back and onto Cersei’s. The Northerners will be more motivated after this news to support Dany against Cersei because again, Dany is with them and stuck true to her word, Cersei did not.
Sometime after her meeting with Jaime, Dany will be somewhere...the library? Her chambers...? And Jorah will come talk to her:
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He could be telling her any number of things in this scene. They could be talking about Sam and his family, they could be talking about Jon, they could be talking about Jaime. My guess is Jaime and reminding Dany of the right path because, you know, D&D love having men be Dany’s moral compass on the show and telling her right from wrong and what to do. So Jaime seems the most likely topic. I have another alternative theory for this scene but I will get to that later!
Sometime in Episode 2, we may have Theon and Yara en route to Winterfell. Alternatively, we may not get them in this episode at all and they could show up after the battle in Episode 4. More on this later!
I think for the most part, Jon may be fairly absent from Episode 2. Someone joked he’s going to be down in the crypts brooding for several days before someone realizes he’s missing and I don’t think that’s too much of a stretch (k it won’t be days and he’ll resurface to eat and give orders but he may make frequent trips to the crypts besides).
Obviously at some point, Dany will visit Jon in the crypts:
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This may be closer to the end of Episode 2 or it may even be the beginning of Episode 3. But as Jon and Dany would have had a romance-filled Episode 1, it doesn’t make sense for that to be put on hold an entire episode so my guess is this is Episode 2.
Dany probably won’t know the truth about Jon when she approaches, she just knows something is wrong, and he will tell her in this scene. Dany will be shocked, I don’t think she will mention “rightful” heir at all unless she offers Jon the throne which he would obviously refuse. I think she would just want to support him in this scene and maybe even have a nice little moment where she throws his words back to him “You don’t have to choose.”
Now, will that be the end of the angst? No. Clearly not. My guess is even when Dany comforts him, Jon will still be torn, especially about the familial thing. They’ll part ways, Dany giving Jon time and space to think. She’ll be upset. He’ll be upset. It’ll be angst central but there will be no animosity between them. Dany may even bring up Rhaegal and why Jon had such an easy time riding him the episode before.
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Also in this episode (likely before Dany goes to Jon in the crypts), we’ll get Dany in the library again and she looks happier than she did in her meeting with Jaime (potential meeting with Jaime but I’m like almost 100% sure that’s what it was). It’s been speculated that because of this set photo...:
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That Dany is talking to Sansa, because Sophie is in the background. And certainly this new photo of Sansa in the library as well, adds weight to that theory.
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However, it seems the library is a new and very frequently used set for this season, so these two photos could be from different scenes. But maybe not! Who knows!
I originally thought that Dany might be talking to Bran and he tells her the “...brought you where you are now. Home,” line. And I still think Bran says this to Dany, not anyone else. But it may not be this library scene or this episode.
So if it is Dany and Sansa in the library, and Dany is smiling, what could they be talking about? Perhaps they talk fashion, Dany commenting on Sansa’s armor, maybe she was even the one to have it made for Sansa, as the style is very much like Dany’s dresses and the Unsullied armor with those shoulders. They could be talking about Cersei and how Dany should have known not to trust her and they could bond over that. Whatever they talk about, it’s not going to be a terrible conversation, clearly Dany is smiling and she seems enthusiastic about something.
Prior to the potential Dany-Sansa library conversation, we could have a Sansa-Arya conversation, talking about maybe trying to be nice to Dany, listen to her, get to know her before they judge her, etc. The fact that Sansa will know by now that Cersei has betrayed them (because Jaime’s told them), and however Dany reacts to that, may endear Sansa to Dany a little bit. If Sansa was worried about Cersei in the beginning, and Dany has been worried about Cersei, I really feel like this could be their connection, and Dany’s connection to Arya as well.
At this point, I don’t think the Stark girls will find out about RLJ in Ep2. If they find out at all! It’s a private conversation between Sam and Jon, not a whole family affair. So who Jon decides to tell - we have to remember he’s broody. This isn’t something he’ll want to broadcast. So if/when the Stark girls find out about RLJ is very unclear.
And lastly, the end of the Episode. And my alternate theory as to what Dany and Jorah are talking about in this scene:
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In these scenes, Dany looks tired, wary, possibly upset, maybe not feeling well...you guys see where I’m going with this??
If the episode begins with Cersei’s miscarriage (I know, that’s just my speculation as well but...), it would make so much sense if the episode ended with...Dany finding out she’s pregnant.
She’s just found out her lover is her nephew, Jon’s being distant and broody, Jaime just dropped the Cersei bomb, shit’s about to hit the fan...and Dany’s knocked up! It would make so much sense for them to order the episode this way.
Episode 1 will end with a bombshell revelation for Jon. (premier ~ well, pretty much almost ends with the bombshell revelation for Jon).
And Episode 2 will end with a bombshell revelation for Dany.
Two things that have plagued both of their stories from the beginning - Jon’s mother’s identity, Dany’s infertility. Both things coming at them one after the other.
So if Dany has just found that out, Jorah may have overheard, maybe ask Dany if she wants to talk about it, maybe ask her what’s up with her and Jon as he’s noticed they’re distant lately, and Dany’s just significantly overwhelmed.
Regardless of whether the Jorah scene also involves the pregnancy reveal, I still think this is how Episode 2 will end.
I know I left out lots of characters and potential interactions, but I just wanted to get down those that I felt more sure about and cover the big events. Obviously smaller interactions can and will be taking place this episode too.
Episode 3
THE BATTLE FOR WINTERFELL!!!
This episode is going to be balls to the walls from beginning to end. I am guessing the episode will open with Bran, seeing the Night King just a short distance a way, maybe a day away, and so everyone needs to hall ass and get ready.
Most of the episode will likely take place in the dark, at night.
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This Sansa pic is probably the night of the battle or the night before while everyone is prepping. Shit hasn’t started happening yet which is why she’s still outside, but it will very very soon. Likewise this pic of Jon:
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Now, sidenote on this photo. My fave youtube girl mentioned this in her VIDEO that she put out recently but even before she pointed it out, I had noticed it too. What is Jon wearing? I would say this is Longclaw, but it appears to be silver, not white. It could be nothing, but if someone else noticed it aside from me, then maybe not. You guys let me know if you noticed this broach looking thing on Jon’s chest or not. But regardless, Jon is, yet again, not wearing the Stark gorget.
Somewhere in here, I think is when Jon and Sam have their conversation. “Think back to where we started.” “Now it’s just us.” BUT, the conversation will get interrupted by three horn blasts. Winter is HERE.
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That’s likely Sam’s face at hearing the horn blasts. Bran is unfazed because of course he is.
And now shit goes down:
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(I’m gonna hate this episode for the simple fact that I WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE A DAMN THING!!!)
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Missandei and Grey Worm have their (hopefully not) last kiss. Then Grey Worm puts on his “bitches bout to die...again” face.
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Everyone runs outside the castle walls to line up:
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(Notice in the above, there isn’t any fire yet so likely, this is right before the battle)
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Jorah and the Dothraki get in position (and apparently that’s Ghost behind Jorah - can see his outline by Jorah’s shoulder - side note, where the FUCK is all my Ghost promo content???!!!):
Brienne, Pod, and the Knights of the Vale get ready:
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Meanwhile in the crypts, Varys, Gilly and Baby Sam, and a few other non-fighters sit fearfully:
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And then all seven hells break loose:
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Sandor and Beric are in the fray (I think this moment is Sandor’s realization that he was always meant to fight with fire, not against it. Goes back to Rory’s words about Sandor finding “peace” serving Dany. He’s already seen her save people with the dragons and fire once, himself included, so he’s having an epiphany here. The fire will save him again, rather than harm him and I think we’ll see him light up his sword blood-magic style like Beric. I really hope we get some shots of him and Arya fighting side by side, him protecting her (though she doesn’t really need it) surrogate-dad style.
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Jon’s running around on the ground, chopping wights and Walkers down. Still he’s not wearing anything thicker or more protective than his leathers. Then again, it might be easier for him to move around, I dunno. But he’s doing his thing.
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Someone is chopping down wights on the battlements and at first I thought this was Brienne...but she and Pod were on the ground with the Knights of the Vale. They could have moved as it appears Pod winds up fighting next to Jaime on the battlements. But I think the person above might be...
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The nose certainly looks like Alfie’s nose and the person appears to have chin stubble. Could be Theon, could not be Theon. I’m praying it is. I want to see Theon in the Battle for Winterfell being a bad ass sooooo bad! But if he’s not here, I do have some speculations as to what he might be up too...more later!
Jaime and Pod are doing stuff:
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I’m convinced Jaime is calling “Bronn” in this scene and if Jaime looks this horrified, Bronn may have just bit it. I really hope not but of course, there will be many casualties in this episode so I can’t get too attached to anyone!
Arya’s fucking shit up while wights clamber over the battlements, those dragonglass spikes apparently doing nothing to deter them:
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...and then something goes wrong. It could be one big thing, it could be lots of little things. But something goes wrong in the battle and for our heroes. Obviously we know Winterfell falls. Get it? Winter. Fell. It has to. Not a pleasant thought, but the Night King will triumph in this battle. He will not be defeated and everyone will be forced to flee south.
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As to the logistics of how people get out of Winterfell and how the Night King still moves south, I don’t know. I think somehow Arya is going to lure some of the army of the dead through Winterfell, maybe to some kind of trap, while everyone else escapes through the crypts or secret tunnels or something. Why Arya? Because she’s quick and small and knows the castle better than most. But I could be wrong.
Whatever happens with this, again, Winterfell will fall and survivors will have narrowly escaped. The Night King will head south and our heroes will have to regroup. This episode will not end on a happy note.
Casualties in the Battle for Winterfell?
Jorah - this is almost a guarantee. With us having so much Jorah/Dany content for the first few episodes, it makes sense Jorah will die in 8x03.
Possibly Brienne - she could die saving Jaime (cuz he can’t defend himself as well as he usually is able). She’ll die defending a Lannister, a play on what she said to Catelyn in S2 when Jaime was the Starks’ prisoner.
Ghost - Come on, this has to happen. I’m gonna hate it, but they’re not gonna keep him around to ferry him to Dragonstone. He’s of the North, as book!Jon says. He belongs to the North. He will die in the North.
Bronn - already stated this. Though he may live...more later!
Maybe Rhaegal? Perhaps that is why Jon ends up on the ground, he was riding Rhaegal but then gets taken down and Rhaegal dies, forcing Jon to fight on foot.
I want to say Jaime could die in this episode too but I don’t know about that inadvertent NCW leak-lawsuit business. Is he in all 6 episodes? Is he just paid for all 6 because of an old contract agreement even if he doesn’t appear in them? Don’t know. I would guess though that he dies here.
Some minor characters: Royce, Glover, Lyanna Mormont, maybe? Maybe not all of them, but some of them.
Everyone else should make it to Dragonstone.
Episodes 4/5
Now, we know via this scene of Jon/Dany, that they wind up at Dragonstone after the Battle of Winterfell:
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BUT HOW DO THEY GET THERE...??
I know I kept mentioning it but now I finally get to voice my theory...:
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Theon and Yara will either show up before or right after the battle at Winterfell. I think because it’s the most logical location, they’ll park the ships in Torrhen’s Square so it’s an easy getaway for our heroes. White Harbor just seems too far away for them to travel to and they can’t really go by foot because they’d be marching behind the Night King so that would be weird. But I could be wrong on the location. Regardless, Theon and Yara will likely be the ones to ferry everyone to the safety of Dragonstone. Everyone’s armies - Night King’s and Jon/Dany’s, will have faced some very heavy loses.
Now, with everyone at Dragonstone, it’s a SUPER convenient location for shenanigans on all sides of the war.
I’ve mentioned in other posts and asks the possibility of an Arya/Sansa teamup to take down Cersei - Cleganebowl totally could play into this as well as Sandor loves both girls and would want to help them and also “cross a name off his list” along with Arya. This could be before or after the Night King is finally defeated, it’s unclear. My guess is after but once everyone is in the south, it’s going to pretty much be a free-for-all.
Another possibility is a Dany kidnapping. I’ve brought this up a few times and no, if you’ve been watching my other posts, it has nothing to do with stealing Jonsa theories. It also has nothing to do with Jonerys and Cersei for some reason trying to lure Jon in to capture him or something - it would just be a showdown between Dany and Cersei because as per Lena’s comments on the Dragonpit meeting last season, Cersei believes Dany to be the YMBQ and I have seen no reason to question that.
Another potential plot is definitely the Tyrion betrayal and how it will all go down, what will start it, etc. I *think* Tyrion’s betrayal will be triggered by a Jon/Dany betrayal of him first, otherwise I see no reason Tyrion would jump sides just because he’s in love with Dany. It really would be an insult to his character if it’s all because of jealousy...I would actually HATE that. I kind of want Jon and Dany to betray him first, but how, not sure.
That could be what Jon and Dany are discussing here:
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I think by this point, after fighting and losing the battle at Winterfell, the parentage reveal will be a non-issue for them. They can’t still be angsting over that bullshit when they’ve literally just lost the thousands of people, some close friends likely included.
We know from Friki’s leaks that Tyrion says in his trial, “They deserved it.” Some people think he’s talking about Tyrion blowing up King’s Landing but he also could be referencing his betrayal of Jon and Dany - Jon and Dany “deserved” Tyrion betraying them because they betrayed him first. To me, this makes much more sense.
After all, what would the people of King’s Landing do to Tyrion in Season 8 that would cause him to be so cynical as to retaliate? Seriously, that just doesn’t make sense. “They deserved it” to me, sounds way more personal. As in someone close to Tyrion betrayed him. And as Peter Dinklage said in one of his interviews, it’s tough for Tyrion because he loves both Jon and Dany. So a betrayal from them would hit Tyrion really hard.
This could go back to Dany’s pregnancy though how, I’m not sure. By 8x05, Jon should know that Dany is pregnant. It could also have something to do with Cersei’s pregnancy. If Jaime believes he’ll die in the battle at Winterfell, what if he has a private conversation with Dany beforehand like “Please protect my child, don’t kill Cersei, keep her prisoner if you must but please don’t kill her.” If something like this happened, Dany could guess Tyrion knew about Cersei’s pregnancy as well and that Tyrion was holding back information from her for the benefit of his family. Dany could see this as a betrayal from Tyrion, everything she accused him of on the beach back in 7x04 would have been proven correct.
As to how Jon and Dany potentially betray Tyrion...perhaps it happened before Dragonstone. Maybe they couldn’t find Tyrion after the Winterfell battle and so left without him...? I’m not sure. Maybe they negotiate a deal with Cersei to trade Tyrion for...something? Maybe they just plot against Cersei, plot to kill her to get the Golden Company off their backs, and Tyrion is finally done choosing Jon/Dany over his family - believing Cersei is pregnant would certainly inform his decision on this.
As to how Tyrion could betray Jon/Dany, this could come about in a number of ways as well. But I definitely think it will be a betrayal of both Jon and Daenerys - or else why would Peter Dinklage have said that thing about loving both of them?
One thing is for sure: Tyrion will betray them, he will get caught - my guess is Sansa and Arya will figure this out (oh maybe they will figure it out when they’re plotting against Cersei, perhaps they will find something out Tyrion didn’t want anyone to know...), and Tyrion will be executed for his crimes.
I believe this image is definitely of Tyrion’s trial. He appears to be standing on sand or dirt, not snow, it’s sunny-ish (I could be wrong). But it’s my best guess.
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Other wardrobe guesses...
Dany’s Dragonstone dress was her Wintefell battle dress. It likely will be right after they arrive - yes, yes, I know, the timing, the timing, but when has that mattered in recent seasons?
The dress that Daenerys wears for the majority of the rest of her time on Dragonstone/in the South, I believe will be this one:
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It’s a lighter material, suede not fur. It makes sense.
Sansa’s scale dress:
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...I think will be the dress she wears for Tyrion’s trial. It’s very remniscent of this classic Tully look:
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And we know from previous seasons, that when Sansa wants to channel inner strength in difficult times, she takes from her Tully side more than her Stark side - her wedding to Ramsay and having the two Tully fish pins being a classic example.
And, granted Tyrion’s first trial was conducted by Sansa’s Tully mother, it would make SO MUCH sense for her to channel Cat as she’s doing something similar - putting Tyrion on trial.
I think for Tyrion’s trial there may be a lot of callbacks to both of Tyrion’s previous trials, his trail in the Vale and his trial in King’s Landing. Robin Arryn is allegedly there. Davos, Arya, Bran, Sam - I think, and several others.
Tyrion will likely have a speech remniscent of his “I’m guilty of being a dwarf” speech. Regardless of what all is said and what all Tyrion’s charges are, I strongly believe he will die at the end (or near end) of this episode.
Aaaannnddd...that’s all I got! Let me know what you guys think. If you reblog, please reblog with the cut because this is fucking obnoxiously long. If you reblog with an obnoxiously long reply, either use a cut or simply make your own post and link it in your reblog to better fascilitate discussion (I say this like you guys are actualy reading this, in reality, this will likely get like, 16 notes at best because it took so damn long lol).
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Revenge
This is an old writing prompt that I CANNOT find the original prompt for. Still I had a lot of fun writing this one. Kinda dark but not too dark.
To live past 75, you have to steal years off the life of some other being. Most people steal from trees, which live tens of hundreds of years. Describe how you’re stealing life from an immortal
You find them every now and again. The Old Ones. If you are desperate enough. Most of them are so ancient they remember little from the time they were created. In a world where life is siphoned off after 75 the Gods have deemed it their own private joke to grant immortality as a gift. 
It's not a gift.
Living forever in a world where people want to suck you dry for a few more years of their own, to only take and never give? It's not a gift. It's a exceptionally funny kind of hell. 
In their temples the Gods laugh. 
The Gods know that you never get something without giving something. The mortals might siphon off years from the ancient ones but there's a price.
There's always a price.
I quite frankly didn't give a flying fuck.
At one time I would have. I would have preached about the importance of balance. On how somethings are not for the taking no matter how or why. I had taught my children that same lesson.
That was before. There is always a before. There is always a tipping point that makes someone betray each and every ideal they ever thought they held dear.
At one point I might have been ashamed of how quickly I reached my point. Of how quickly I swan dove off the cliff into not giving a fuck. How quickly I let go of everything I thought to be true in the world. 
I'm not ashamed. That was before. This is now. I  had my reasons to find an Old One. I had my reasons to make my bargain. 
Most people extended their life past seventy-five by taking years from the trees. The trees gave freely and we buried our dead beneath their leaves and in their roots so we might feed them as they fed us. But life from trees can only sustain the body for another twenty five to forty years- sometimes fifty if the person was lucky or healthy. If a person wanted another seventy five years they had to kill to get it. If they wanted even more they had to seek out the Old Ones.
Bargains are made in blood and kept in blood. The Old Ones had too many years to remember how to be kind. They made their deals and damn the person who forgot the legends.
I hadn't forgotten, again I just didn't care. 
I was reaching my fifty-seventh year. My children were grown and living their own lives, with their own families. They were good children, raised by me and a partner who loved them as much as we loved each other. My oldest son mowed our grass every week and all of them had dinner with us each week. Things were perfect.
Until I came home to find them all in my living room. Laid open with their throats slit. My youngest granddaughter looked like she was sleeping if not for the pool of her blood mixing in with her mothers surrounding her and clinging to her hair. My oldest son still held his wife's hand tight in his. His youngest cradled against his side.
My partner, sat in their chair, with their head dropped back to expose the slice that ended their life. Blood seemed to cover every surface.
"Remember you did this." A note pinned to the wall with a knife. That's all the answer I got to see when I found my family dead. I had done this. I had damned them all to this. The only reason my own throat wasn't slashed and my own blood didn't cover the walls was that I popped out on a last minute errand. Why they didn't wait for me to come home I don't know. Maybe one of the children screamed. Maybe a neighbor heard. Either way, my family was dead and I was not.
Either way I no longer gave a fuck about should do's and shouldn'ts. As far as I was concerned I was going to burn these people to the ground and if I burned with them so be it. It seemed a fair price to pay. 
Revenge, anger and grief all have a way of simplifying things. They would die and if I did too so be it. 
I deserved it too I guessed. 
I worked my entire life as a journalist. Chasing story after story until I found as close to the truth as I could find. I dragged political scandals to light, mob bosses, anyone who thought they could defraud the people. 
I'd had my fair share of death threats over the years. I'd been placed in protective custody. But I always believed I was doing the right thing. I was teaching my children to stand up for what they believed in. 
I believed I was just and righteous in my crusade. People always believe their actions have meaning, have justice, have the greater good behind them. Maybe they even do. Maybe I even did.
It didn't matter now. It didn't matter if I was right or wrong or anywhere in between. I'd been on the verge of breaking the biggest story of my career. The powerful, stealing the lives of children. Taking all that potential, all that energy and warping it even more to ensure the life of their companies and themselves. I'd received death threats but they'd never been successful in the past. 
That was my folly. To believe history would repeat itself. 
I traveled from my nice suburban home, leaving the bodies of my family in the living room. I drove until my car ran out of gas and I stopped only to fill the tank again. I drove past the cities and past the old temples. People said the old gods preferred the new opulence of the city temples but I personally thought they might prefer the ancient majesty of the old temples built for them. Where years of worship and praise soaked the walls. Still I drove. Until you didn't see houses or cities for miles. Eventually my car ran out of gas and I used all of the fuel I'd brought with me.
I shouldered the hiking backpack my partner gave me for our twentieth wedding anniversary. I packed it full of our camping gear and supplies. I had a large knife and a small gun so I could hunt for my food when I ran out. If I made it that far. All the stories said the Old One's lived where no mortal would venture. 
Perhaps they were sick of making bargains with foolish, desperate humans. 
I quickly lost track of how long I walked. Always in the same direction. Sometimes I had to veer for land forms I could not walk straight through. My food ran out by the end of what I thought might be the second week. I'd been hunting berries and other greens as I walked and now I added meat to my list of prey. 
Finally as the last of my bullets gave me bits of meat and I began to try to recall how to make a bow a small woman appeared from the trees. 
She looked no older than my daughter and my stomach heaved as I remembered how her fair hair looked stained with her own blood.
"You've come a long way." she said idly, as if she choose only to mention the weather.
"I have and I am prepared to further if needed." I answered. She looked at me and nodded before sitting on the ground. After a moment I lifted my pack from my shoulders to join her. I began to bring out the meat I hunted that morning, a small rabbit, and some berries I'd gathered as I walked. I took small pieces of kindling I carried and made a small fire.
"Would you like to share a meal with me?" I asked. It seemed only polite to feed the person I hoped to bargain with. 
"I believe I would enjoy that. It has been sometime since I've eaten human food or conversed with anyone other than the trees." she replied.
"I hope I do not disappoint." I said and I began to prepare the small pot I still carried. A split merely melted the fat and nutrients off the meat. A small pot with a small amount of water kept the fat close to the meat and the meat soft and tender. The immortal seemed to examine my very soul as I passed her the pouch of berries.
"No I do not think you will disappoint." she said as she accepted.
"What may I call you?" I asked.
"You may call me Eowen. And what do the mortals call you?"
"Margret." I answered. We sat in silence as the rabbit slowly cooked. I pinched in some herbs I'd found a few days before to add a bit of flavor. Once the meat was done and I served us both on small camp plates she turned to look at me.
"What bargain have you come to make?" she asked. 
"Revenge Old One." I answered honestly. 
"Why? Revenge can be taken many ways and you do not need a favor from an Old One do find it."
"I want to burn them all to the ground. They killed everyone I loved to keep their secrets and I want to expose them to the world. Strip them of every bit of power they have before I burn them alive." 
Eowen nodded carefully. "The trees spoke of you before I came to you. They spoke of a woman walking into the forest with nothing but anger and pain for companions. I will grant you your favor. You know you must give something in return yes?"
"I do Old One." I answered. I didn't care what she asked, I'd give it.
"You know you may well burn as you burn those who hurt you?" she asked.
"I do. I am ready for it. It is what I deserve."
"If you do not burn with those you hunt, if you return from the other side alive this is my bargain, you will return here. You will make your life in this forest, among these trees. You shall share my curse and I shall share  your anger. You will spend the rest of your days here- and those days will out number all of the days of your family combined. For to take years from an immortal is to become nearly immortal yourself. I am not interested in the rest of your kind remembering that, I will not allow them the chance."
I considered her words. The bargain was less than I expected and I had no desire to live in my former world with everyone I loved laying dead in the ground.
"The bargain is fair and the deal is made." I recited the old binding words as I reached out my hand to hers. Her arm flashed faster than my slow eyes could follow and a searing pain reached up my wrist. I saw a shallow cut opened along the length of my forearm and when I glanced back at Eowen she'd cut a similar wound on her own. She reached out and clasped her arm in mine binding our blood together. The mixed red drops fell into the fire and hissed. Instead of quenching the blaze the flames shot up to lick our arms. The fire did not burn though, it seemed to thoughtfully caress our entwined arms- feeding off of our mixed blood. 
"The bargain is fair and the deal is made." Eowen intoned.
As she repeated the oath I felt the air crackle around us and energy pass from her to me. Not energy- life. I understood in that moment I might not make it out of my revenge alive but if I did it would be a long life to live with my grief. Somehow I doubted suicide would exempt me from my oath and better to have a form when haunting a forest. Still I felt the strength of my youth return to my bones and my eye sight that left me years before sharpened better than it ever had been.
"The deed is done." Eowen said letting go of my arm.
"The deal is struck." I finished. 
I gathered my things and turned around and began to walk again.
I had people to kill.
To live past 75, you have to steal years off the life of some other being. Most people steal from trees, which live tens of hundreds of years. Describe how you’re stealing life from an immortal
You find them every now and again. The Old Ones. If you are desperate enough. Most of them are so ancient they remember little from the time they were created. In a world where life is siphoned off after 75 the Gods have deemed it their own private joke to grant immortality as a gift. 
It's not a gift.
Living forever in a world where people want to suck you dry for a few more years of their own, to only take and never give? It's not a gift. It's a exceptionally funny kind of hell. 
In their temples the Gods laugh. 
The Gods know that you never get something without giving something. The mortals might siphon off years from the ancient ones but there's a price.
There's always a price.
I quite frankly didn't give a flying fuck.
At one time I would have. I would have preached about the importance of balance. On how somethings are not for the taking no matter how or why. I had taught my children that same lesson.
That was before. There is always a before. There is always a tipping point that makes someone betray each and every ideal they ever thought they held dear.
At one point I might have been ashamed of how quickly I reached my point. Of how quickly I swan dove off the cliff into not giving a fuck. How quickly I let go of everything I thought to be true in the world. 
I'm not ashamed. That was before. This is now. I  had my reasons to find an Old One. I had my reasons to make my bargain. 
Most people extended their life past seventy-five by taking years from the trees. The trees gave freely and we buried our dead beneath their leaves and in their roots so we might feed them as they fed us. But life from trees can only sustain the body for another twenty five to forty years- sometimes fifty if the person was lucky or healthy. If a person wanted another seventy five years they had to kill to get it. If they wanted even more they had to seek out the Old Ones.
Bargains are made in blood and kept in blood. The Old Ones had too many years to remember how to be kind. They made their deals and damn the person who forgot the legends.
I hadn't forgotten, again I just didn't care. 
I was reaching my fifty-seventh year. My children were grown and living their own lives, with their own families. They were good children, raised by me and a partner who loved them as much as we loved each other. My oldest son mowed our grass every week and all of them had dinner with us each week. Things were perfect.
Until I came home to find them all in my living room. Laid open with their throats slit. My youngest granddaughter looked like she was sleeping if not for the pool of her blood mixing in with her mothers surrounding her and clinging to her hair. My oldest son still held his wife's hand tight in his. His youngest cradled against his side.
My partner, sat in their chair, with their head dropped back to expose the slice that ended their life. Blood seemed to cover every surface.
"Remember you did this." A note pinned to the wall with a knife. That's all the answer I got to see when I found my family dead. I had done this. I had damned them all to this. The only reason my own throat wasn't slashed and my own blood didn't cover the walls was that I popped out on a last minute errand. Why they didn't wait for me to come home I don't know. Maybe one of the children screamed. Maybe a neighbor heard. Either way, my family was dead and I was not.
Either way I no longer gave a fuck about should do's and shouldn'ts. As far as I was concerned I was going to burn these people to the ground and if I burned with them so be it. It seemed a fair price to pay. 
Revenge, anger and grief all have a way of simplifying things. They would die and if I did too so be it. 
I deserved it too I guessed. 
I worked my entire life as a journalist. Chasing story after story until I found as close to the truth as I could find. I dragged political scandals to light, mob bosses, anyone who thought they could defraud the people. 
I'd had my fair share of death threats over the years. I'd been placed in protective custody. But I always believed I was doing the right thing. I was teaching my children to stand up for what they believed in. 
I believed I was just and righteous in my crusade. People always believe their actions have meaning, have justice, have the greater good behind them. Maybe they even do. Maybe I even did.
It didn't matter now. It didn't matter if I was right or wrong or anywhere in between. I'd been on the verge of breaking the biggest story of my career. The powerful, stealing the lives of children. Taking all that potential, all that energy and warping it even more to ensure the life of their companies and themselves. I'd received death threats but they'd never been successful in the past. 
That was my folly. To believe history would repeat itself. 
I traveled from my nice suburban home, leaving the bodies of my family in the living room. I drove until my car ran out of gas and I stopped only to fill the tank again. I drove past the cities and past the old temples. People said the old gods preferred the new opulence of the city temples but I personally thought they might prefer the ancient majesty of the old temples built for them. Where years of worship and praise soaked the walls. Still I drove. Until you didn't see houses or cities for miles. Eventually my car ran out of gas and I used all of the fuel I'd brought with me.
I shouldered the hiking backpack my partner gave me for our twentieth wedding anniversary. I packed it full of our camping gear and supplies. I had a large knife and a small gun so I could hunt for my food when I ran out. If I made it that far. All the stories said the Old One's lived where no mortal would venture. 
Perhaps they were sick of making bargains with foolish, desperate humans. 
I quickly lost track of how long I walked. Always in the same direction. Sometimes I had to veer for land forms I could not walk straight through. My food ran out by the end of what I thought might be the second week. I'd been hunting berries and other greens as I walked and now I added meat to my list of prey. 
Finally as the last of my bullets gave me bits of meat and I began to try to recall how to make a bow a small woman appeared from the trees. 
She looked no older than my daughter and my stomach heaved as I remembered how her fair hair looked stained with her own blood.
"You've come a long way." she said idly, as if she choose only to mention the weather.
"I have and I am prepared to further if needed." I answered. She looked at me and nodded before sitting on the ground. After a moment I lifted my pack from my shoulders to join her. I began to bring out the meat I hunted that morning, a small rabbit, and some berries I'd gathered as I walked. I took small pieces of kindling I carried and made a small fire.
"Would you like to share a meal with me?" I asked. It seemed only polite to feed the person I hoped to bargain with. 
"I believe I would enjoy that. It has been sometime since I've eaten human food or conversed with anyone other than the trees." she replied.
"I hope I do not disappoint." I said and I began to prepare the small pot I still carried. A split merely melted the fat and nutrients off the meat. A small pot with a small amount of water kept the fat close to the meat and the meat soft and tender. The immortal seemed to examine my very soul as I passed her the pouch of berries.
"No I do not think you will disappoint." she said as she accepted.
"What may I call you?" I asked.
"You may call me Eowen. And what do the mortals call you?"
"Margret." I answered. We sat in silence as the rabbit slowly cooked. I pinched in some herbs I'd found a few days before to add a bit of flavor. Once the meat was done and I served us both on small camp plates she turned to look at me.
"What bargain have you come to make?" she asked. 
"Revenge Old One." I answered honestly. 
"Why? Revenge can be taken many ways and you do not need a favor from an Old One do find it."
"I want to burn them all to the ground. They killed everyone I loved to keep their secrets and I want to expose them to the world. Strip them of every bit of power they have before I burn them alive." 
Eowen nodded carefully. "The trees spoke of you before I came to you. They spoke of a woman walking into the forest with nothing but anger and pain for companions. I will grant you your favor. You know you must give something in return yes?"
"I do Old One." I answered. I didn't care what she asked, I'd give it.
"You know you may well burn as you burn those who hurt you?" she asked.
"I do. I am ready for it. It is what I deserve."
"If you do not burn with those you hunt, if you return from the other side alive this is my bargain, you will return here. You will make your life in this forest, among these trees. You shall share my curse and I shall share  your anger. You will spend the rest of your days here- and those days will out number all of the days of your family combined. For to take years from an immortal is to become nearly immortal yourself. I am not interested in the rest of your kind remembering that, I will not allow them the chance."
I considered her words. The bargain was less than I expected and I had no desire to live in my former world with everyone I loved laying dead in the ground.
"The bargain is fair and the deal is made." I recited the old binding words as I reached out my hand to hers. Her arm flashed faster than my slow eyes could follow and a searing pain reached up my wrist. I saw a shallow cut opened along the length of my forearm and when I glanced back at Eowen she'd cut a similar wound on her own. She reached out and clasped her arm in mine binding our blood together. The mixed red drops fell into the fire and hissed. Instead of quenching the blaze the flames shot up to lick our arms. The fire did not burn though, it seemed to thoughtfully caress our entwined arms- feeding off of our mixed blood. 
"The bargain is fair and the deal is made." Eowen intoned.
As she repeated the oath I felt the air crackle around us and energy pass from her to me. Not energy- life. I understood in that moment I might not make it out of my revenge alive but if I did it would be a long life to live with my grief. Somehow I doubted suicide would exempt me from my oath and better to have a form when haunting a forest. Still I felt the strength of my youth return to my bones and my eye sight that left me years before sharpened better than it ever had been.
"The deed is done." Eowen said letting go of my arm.
"The deal is struck." I finished. 
I gathered my things and turned around and began to walk again.
I had people to kill.
To live past 75, you have to steal years off the life of some other being. Most people steal from trees, which live tens of hundreds of years. Describe how you’re stealing life from an immortal
You find them every now and again. The Old Ones. If you are desperate enough. Most of them are so ancient they remember little from the time they were created. In a world where life is siphoned off after 75 the Gods have deemed it their own private joke to grant immortality as a gift. 
It's not a gift.
Living forever in a world where people want to suck you dry for a few more years of their own, to only take and never give? It's not a gift. It's a exceptionally funny kind of hell. 
In their temples the Gods laugh. 
The Gods know that you never get something without giving something. The mortals might siphon off years from the ancient ones but there's a price.
There's always a price.
I quite frankly didn't give a flying fuck.
At one time I would have. I would have preached about the importance of balance. On how somethings are not for the taking no matter how or why. I had taught my children that same lesson.
That was before. There is always a before. There is always a tipping point that makes someone betray each and every ideal they ever thought they held dear.
At one point I might have been ashamed of how quickly I reached my point. Of how quickly I swan dove off the cliff into not giving a fuck. How quickly I let go of everything I thought to be true in the world. 
I'm not ashamed. That was before. This is now. I  had my reasons to find an Old One. I had my reasons to make my bargain. 
Most people extended their life past seventy-five by taking years from the trees. The trees gave freely and we buried our dead beneath their leaves and in their roots so we might feed them as they fed us. But life from trees can only sustain the body for another twenty five to forty years- sometimes fifty if the person was lucky or healthy. If a person wanted another seventy five years they had to kill to get it. If they wanted even more they had to seek out the Old Ones.
Bargains are made in blood and kept in blood. The Old Ones had too many years to remember how to be kind. They made their deals and damn the person who forgot the legends.
I hadn't forgotten, again I just didn't care. 
I was reaching my fifty-seventh year. My children were grown and living their own lives, with their own families. They were good children, raised by me and a partner who loved them as much as we loved each other. My oldest son mowed our grass every week and all of them had dinner with us each week. Things were perfect.
Until I came home to find them all in my living room. Laid open with their throats slit. My youngest granddaughter looked like she was sleeping if not for the pool of her blood mixing in with her mothers surrounding her and clinging to her hair. My oldest son still held his wife's hand tight in his. His youngest cradled against his side.
My partner, sat in their chair, with their head dropped back to expose the slice that ended their life. Blood seemed to cover every surface.
"Remember you did this." A note pinned to the wall with a knife. That's all the answer I got to see when I found my family dead. I had done this. I had damned them all to this. The only reason my own throat wasn't slashed and my own blood didn't cover the walls was that I popped out on a last minute errand. Why they didn't wait for me to come home I don't know. Maybe one of the children screamed. Maybe a neighbor heard. Either way, my family was dead and I was not.
Either way I no longer gave a fuck about should do's and shouldn'ts. As far as I was concerned I was going to burn these people to the ground and if I burned with them so be it. It seemed a fair price to pay. 
Revenge, anger and grief all have a way of simplifying things. They would die and if I did too so be it. 
I deserved it too I guessed. 
I worked my entire life as a journalist. Chasing story after story until I found as close to the truth as I could find. I dragged political scandals to light, mob bosses, anyone who thought they could defraud the people. 
I'd had my fair share of death threats over the years. I'd been placed in protective custody. But I always believed I was doing the right thing. I was teaching my children to stand up for what they believed in. 
I believed I was just and righteous in my crusade. People always believe their actions have meaning, have justice, have the greater good behind them. Maybe they even do. Maybe I even did.
It didn't matter now. It didn't matter if I was right or wrong or anywhere in between. I'd been on the verge of breaking the biggest story of my career. The powerful, stealing the lives of children. Taking all that potential, all that energy and warping it even more to ensure the life of their companies and themselves. I'd received death threats but they'd never been successful in the past. 
That was my folly. To believe history would repeat itself. 
I traveled from my nice suburban home, leaving the bodies of my family in the living room. I drove until my car ran out of gas and I stopped only to fill the tank again. I drove past the cities and past the old temples. People said the old gods preferred the new opulence of the city temples but I personally thought they might prefer the ancient majesty of the old temples built for them. Where years of worship and praise soaked the walls. Still I drove. Until you didn't see houses or cities for miles. Eventually my car ran out of gas and I used all of the fuel I'd brought with me.
I shouldered the hiking backpack my partner gave me for our twentieth wedding anniversary. I packed it full of our camping gear and supplies. I had a large knife and a small gun so I could hunt for my food when I ran out. If I made it that far. All the stories said the Old One's lived where no mortal would venture. 
Perhaps they were sick of making bargains with foolish, desperate humans. 
I quickly lost track of how long I walked. Always in the same direction. Sometimes I had to veer for land forms I could not walk straight through. My food ran out by the end of what I thought might be the second week. I'd been hunting berries and other greens as I walked and now I added meat to my list of prey. 
Finally as the last of my bullets gave me bits of meat and I began to try to recall how to make a bow a small woman appeared from the trees. 
She looked no older than my daughter and my stomach heaved as I remembered how her fair hair looked stained with her own blood.
"You've come a long way." she said idly, as if she choose only to mention the weather.
"I have and I am prepared to further if needed." I answered. She looked at me and nodded before sitting on the ground. After a moment I lifted my pack from my shoulders to join her. I began to bring out the meat I hunted that morning, a small rabbit, and some berries I'd gathered as I walked. I took small pieces of kindling I carried and made a small fire.
"Would you like to share a meal with me?" I asked. It seemed only polite to feed the person I hoped to bargain with. 
"I believe I would enjoy that. It has been sometime since I've eaten human food or conversed with anyone other than the trees." she replied.
"I hope I do not disappoint." I said and I began to prepare the small pot I still carried. A split merely melted the fat and nutrients off the meat. A small pot with a small amount of water kept the fat close to the meat and the meat soft and tender. The immortal seemed to examine my very soul as I passed her the pouch of berries.
"No I do not think you will disappoint." she said as she accepted.
"What may I call you?" I asked.
"You may call me Eowen. And what do the mortals call you?"
"Margret." I answered. We sat in silence as the rabbit slowly cooked. I pinched in some herbs I'd found a few days before to add a bit of flavor. Once the meat was done and I served us both on small camp plates she turned to look at me.
"What bargain have you come to make?" she asked. 
"Revenge Old One." I answered honestly. 
"Why? Revenge can be taken many ways and you do not need a favor from an Old One do find it."
"I want to burn them all to the ground. They killed everyone I loved to keep their secrets and I want to expose them to the world. Strip them of every bit of power they have before I burn them alive." 
Eowen nodded carefully. "The trees spoke of you before I came to you. They spoke of a woman walking into the forest with nothing but anger and pain for companions. I will grant you your favor. You know you must give something in return yes?"
"I do Old One." I answered. I didn't care what she asked, I'd give it.
"You know you may well burn as you burn those who hurt you?" she asked.
"I do. I am ready for it. It is what I deserve."
"If you do not burn with those you hunt, if you return from the other side alive this is my bargain, you will return here. You will make your life in this forest, among these trees. You shall share my curse and I shall share  your anger. You will spend the rest of your days here- and those days will out number all of the days of your family combined. For to take years from an immortal is to become nearly immortal yourself. I am not interested in the rest of your kind remembering that, I will not allow them the chance."
I considered her words. The bargain was less than I expected and I had no desire to live in my former world with everyone I loved laying dead in the ground.
"The bargain is fair and the deal is made." I recited the old binding words as I reached out my hand to hers. Her arm flashed faster than my slow eyes could follow and a searing pain reached up my wrist. I saw a shallow cut opened along the length of my forearm and when I glanced back at Eowen she'd cut a similar wound on her own. She reached out and clasped her arm in mine binding our blood together. The mixed red drops fell into the fire and hissed. Instead of quenching the blaze the flames shot up to lick our arms. The fire did not burn though, it seemed to thoughtfully caress our entwined arms- feeding off of our mixed blood. 
"The bargain is fair and the deal is made." Eowen intoned.
As she repeated the oath I felt the air crackle around us and energy pass from her to me. Not energy- life. I understood in that moment I might not make it out of my revenge alive but if I did it would be a long life to live with my grief. Somehow I doubted suicide would exempt me from my oath and better to have a form when haunting a forest. Still I felt the strength of my youth return to my bones and my eye sight that left me years before sharpened better than it ever had been.
"The deed is done." Eowen said letting go of my arm.
"The deal is struck." I finished. 
I gathered my things and turned around and began to walk again.
I had people to kill.
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Gaius Comparisons #4
Tag for previous entries.
Scenes analyzed here: all the events in Kanbalar and when you seize the airship, as well as the Zenethra.
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Rowen: They seem to be struggling.
Leia: Shouldn’t we help them?
Jude: …
Milla: Their diversion will be for naught if we join them. [she adds “We have no choice but to leave it to them.”]
Man: We have to save His Highness!
Soldier: Don’t let them lay a finger on His Highness or the civilians!
Jude: The people really do love him.
Alvin: If I’m not mistaken, your job here is still to help Milla win.
Jude: That’s right. Let’s go, Leia.
Leia: Gotcha.
Commentary: go go, Kanbalar NPC! I love how they support their king♥
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[After fighting the flying ship’s robots, the party is still facing some Exodus and Elympion soldiers, but Gaius and the Chimeriad show up with some soldiers.]
Wingul: We’ll take over from here. [“It’s over. The ship is completely under our control.”]
Jude: Gaius probably didn’t need us after all. [“Gaius and the others would have probably managed on their own.” Same thing, except he includes the Chimeriad.]
Ivar: Lady Milla? Are you unharmed?
Milla: Yes, thanks to everyone but you. [BUUURN]
Ivar: What? Grr…
Gaius: The ship is ours! [“Our operation is a success!”]
Soldiers: Hoorah!
Gaius: Let's return to the castle.
Milla: Here, let me help you up.
Commentary: We just need a Gaius Side to play this part from their point of view.
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Gaius: How long until we can set sail? [he says “Wingul” at the beginning]
Wingul: I have every available man working to get the ship's systems under control. It may take a few hours.
Jude: Looks like we still have some time.
Milla: Let’s rest until then.
Commentary: I think you can talk to him after that but I don’t have the Japanese line for that. Nothing of note here anyway.
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Agria&Leia
Agria: So I heard the pimple wants to be a nurse. I bet it’s ‘cause of that boy! [just “you,” though not the most polite form]
Leia: S-So what of it?
Agria: Don’t play innocent with me. It’s obvious that Jude gets you all hot and bothered. [“your head is full of perverted stuff about that boy”]
Leia: What?! That’s ridiculous!
Agria: But you know, I have to admit my opinion of you has improved.
Leia: Huh? Really?
Agria: If you think with your heart instead of your brain, you’ll end up killing some patient on accident! It’ll be hilarious! [she just laughs] You don’t even care if your efforts end up killing people!
Leia: That won’t happen.
Agria: Oh, that’s right. That boy’s got the hots for Maxwell, the older woman. [“granny Maxwell”] That means no lovin’ for you! Ah ha ha ha! [she’s a bit more crass here]
Milla: Huh?
Agria: Huh? Who’s there? (Leia flees) Hmph, lame.
Commentary: Agria is Agria, no matter the language XD
Presa&Alvin
Alvin: Hey, good lookin’. Come here often? [“Hey. Are you sure this is the time to be idling?”]
Presa: Think you can charm your way back into my life? You make me puke. [“When you talk to me casually like that, it makes me feel sick.”]
Alvin: Cut me some slack, will you? After all, we finally get to fight side by side again. [“Don’t get angry.”]
Presa: I’d sooner kill you.
Alvin: Easy there. Come on, it’ll be just like old times. [“Don’t say something so scary. Let’s get close like we were before.”]
Presa: You expect me to forget how many of us died because of you?
Alvin: That’s ancient history.
Presa: I was captured too, you know… Do you have any idea what I went through?
Alvin: … [he sighs]
Presa: I thought I’d found my place in the world by your side. Don't expect me to forgive and forget. Being tossed away once was enough. [“Never raise my hopes up ever again.”]
Wingul: Presa, I request your presence. I need your opinion on how to integrate the Rashugal soldiers into our own.
Presa: Sure, I'll be right there.
Alvin: See? Your new friends need you. You’ve found your place after all.
Commentary: Presa ;A;  I don’t know which version of Alvin I hate most here, but he’s pretty despicable in this scene, completely brushing off what she went through and thinking he can just waltz back into her life like nothing happened. I wish there’d been another scene like that where they can talk about it seriously, like late-game, after he’s developed and is no longer trying to escape responsibility for his actions. But we all know the game robbed Presa of that chance on the Hallowmont -_-
Wingul&Rowen
Jude: I wonder what those two are talking about. [“Rowen and Wingul…?”]
Wingul: You wish to speak with me?
Rowen: You told me earlier you have a booster implanted in your body. Why would you do such a thing?
Wingul: Why? Hah. If you have to ask, then you'd never understand.
Rowen: But you're still just a young man. How could you throw away your life?
Wingul: Heh, haha. The answer is simple: I await my opportunity to kill the King.
Rowen: What? That is your reason?
Wingul: Gaius is worthy of the throne. That is undeniable. So I was left with only two options. Resist or submit.
Rowen: You are a strong young man.
Wingul: No, you're just a weak old one.
Rowen: I have given a lot of thought to what you said earlier. It would seem that Gaius is capable of leading his people down the correct path.
Wingul: Are you saying you'll support him?
Rowen: Gaius may be Rashugal's only hope now that it has lost its king. I shall summon Rashugal's finest warriors here before the battle with Exodus. With your permission, of course.
Wingul: A wise decision.
Commentary: Wingul please. ... I understand the game trying to only give us the party’s (pretty limited) pov on the Chimeriad, I guess it’s more realistic like that, that they don’t know everything, but it’s still really frustrating as a player not to get all the details. Here we have the Battle of Mon Highlands summed up in twenty words, and it’s barely telling us anything when it’s actually such a huge event in Gaius and Wingul’s lives. This limited pov is really getting in the way of fleshing out the antagonists, which is a shame because this group is so interesting and lovable!
Talking to Wingul before launching the attack.
Wingul: Relay this to all troops: We believe the enemy base to be an enormous structure. All soldiers should review their indoor combat procedures.
Auj Oule Soldier: Yes, sir!
Wingul: I anticipate difficulty getting the word to everyone. Call in all of the relay team reserves.
Other Auj Oule Soldier: Yes, sir!
Milla: I see you're keeping busy.
Wingul: Of course. 99% of a battle is won before it starts.
Milla: So at this point, the fighting is just a formality?
Wingul: I leave nothing to chance. That's why I haven't accounted for your group at all. All I expect from you is a distraction. Should you die in the process, my plans will not be disrupted.  [“Don’t worry, ~”]
Elize: What?
Milla: Fair enough. [she adds “We have no objection to that.”]
Elize: Was that true for Jiao too? Did his death not disrupt your plans?!
Wingul: It was not, and it did. Jiao's strength was a trusted resource, not a destabilizing factor like your own. He was a man who not only bested me, but even challenged Gaius one-on-one.
Elize: Oh...
Teepo: Were you two friends?
Wingul: Friends? Ah, this must be how a child sees the world. It doesn't matter what we were. What matters now is that our military strength doesn't waver from his loss. [he doesn’t say the first italicized line. What he says here is “I will fill the gap left by Jiao’s loss. That’s what my booster is for.”]
Milla: You certainly don't make your emotions easy to read.
Wingul: You'd be wise not to waste your energy trying. The time of battle is at hand. Rest while you still can.
Commentary: I love the trust between him and Jiao, considering their rocky start. Another thing I would have liked to see developed more in depth...
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Leia: What are Rashugal soldiers doing here?
Rowen: I summoned them here, although fewer came than I had hoped.
Jude: Ah, looks like Ivar's still here, too.
Milla: That fool. He abandoned his duty to Nia Khera.
Wingul: Your Highness, perhaps a few words.
Gaius: Once, we turned our swords upon each other and fought for control of Rieze Maxia. Today, we come together not as enemies, but as allies. We have already located the enemy's headquarters, a ship known as the Zenethra. Fear not the battle to come, brothers. United, we will not falter. [“Trust yesterday’s enemy.”] Together, we shall reclaim our world!
Wingul: Launch the ship!
Auj Oule Troop: Y-Your Highness! We have detected a high energy channeling circle surrounding all of Rieze Maxia. Here it comes!
Leia: What's happening...? It's like my mana is being sucked dry!
Milla: I know this feeling.
Jude: They're using the Lance of Kresnik to absorb the entire world's mana!
Wingul: The Spirit-fuel Plan.
Gaius: I won't let them hurt our people. I will protect Rieze Maxia! Make us airborne!
Commentary: Look at this guy, still standing up when everyone’s on their knees. Anyway, Gaius is pretty good at short inspirational speeches. You can feel his charisma here 8)
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Milla: Sorry I’m late.
Elize: It was just like the Lance of Kresnik, wasn't it?
Wingul: No doubt the Zenethra was the actual source of that light.
Milla: And I think that it put another hole in the schism.
Presa: You're right. At least no ships were able to come through this time. [“But no ship came in like last time.”]
Alvin: Maybe they sent the mana they gathered back to Elympios.
Jude: Looks like your fuel-plan theory was right.
Alvin: It seems like the only time that I'm right is when I'm talkin' about a worst-case scenario.
Agria: Wait a minute. Hahaha! Well, lookie there!
Ivar: Enemy ship approaching! Everyone, brace for impact!
Milla: There's our welcoming committee.
Gaius: Silence all of them!
[Battle]
Jude: They just keep on coming!
Wingul: Is this all you've got? Pathetic!
Milla: Gaius!
Gaius: Helmsman! Maintain course and ram into the Zenethra!
Ivar: All right, fine, if you say so. Just don't try to blame me if we crash and burn!
[anime cutscene where Ivar crashes the airship into the Zenethra, and Muzét blasts some airships with Gravity]
Commentary: Pretty faithful here. Another scene where I would have loved to play Gaius...
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[I named this screenshot “everyone is judging you, Ivar”]
Jude: That was incredible.
Muzét: I seem to have regained my powers thanks to your tethering.
Milla: I never imagined you would possess such power.
Leia: Of course! She’s your big sis!
Elize: I’m glad you’re on our side. [I have bad news for you Elize…]
Muzét: I am happy to lend my powers to your cause. [“I will lend you my power here.” (here outside)]
Milla: What are you planning to do?
Muzét: The mission would fail if the ship were to fall, yes?
Milla: I see. It sounds we’ll have to continue asking for your assistance. [“Then I can leave it to you, right?” she... kinda sounds a bit unsure she should trust her]
Jude: Thank you, Muzét. Take care.
Muzét: Be safe. Milla, never forget that you are Maxwell.
Milla: …
Rowen: We must act quickly, while the enemy reinforcements are being blocked.
Milla: We should split into two groups.
Jude: I know. "Do what must be done", right? [“I know, Gaius.”]
Gaius: We will put a stop to their plans right here. Our targets are Gilland and the Lance of Kresnik.
Ivar: At your service, Lady Milla.
Alvin: You again? [“You’re still there?”]
Teepo: Hey! Stay out of our way! [“You’re in our way, so stay away.” Not too different but the “stay away” wording is pretty childish.]
Ivar: Hahaha, but of course! I shall join Gaius' capable crew!
Milla: What?
Wingul: Think you can fill Jiao's shoes in the Chimeriad?
Ivar: Easily!
Gaius: ...
Ivar: Just watch me! [He’s actually rewording his previous line more formally.]
Gaius: Let's go.
Ivar: Guess they know a winner when they see one, phony! [“I won’t lose to you, phony!”]
Presa: Get over here, idiot.
Ivar: How rude! But, I shall let it slide.
Presa: Al...
Alvin: What?
Presa: Try not to die.
Milla: Let's go.
Commentary: And to think the writers were originally planning to make him an official Chimeriad member here... ngl, I’m glad that didn’t happen. As much as I like Ivar, he doesn’t fit into that group at all, and it’s much funnier to have them just glare at him and then abandon him when he gets in trouble. Since it’s Tales Trivia Tuesday: his outfit was designed with that setting in mind. If you look at his legs, it’s pretty similar to how Jiao and Wingul’s pants are styled. And the Chimeriad all have set solid colors (black, yellow, blue, red); Ivar is wearing white for that reason. Though in the end his outfit fits very much with Nia Khera NPC’s, so it really worked out in the end.
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Gilland: Guh! No, not now. Not when we finally created a spyrite. Damn it.
Alvin: The only thing you really want to do is gain favor with the outside to boost your influence. What’s the point in making these spyrites, or whatever you call them?
Gilland: Spyrites are different from spyrix devices. They allow us to wield incredible power without consuming spirits. Elympios is overflowing with people and technology. And we need spyrites to sustain ourselves. [“That’s why Elympios, which is overflowing with people and technology, need them.”]
Jude: What are you talking about?
Gilland: As spirits have become scarce, so has the mana in Elympios. Our world is now doomed to fade away.
Rowen: So that is why you implemented the Otherworld Reactor Plan. [“I didn’t know there was such a reason behind the ORP.”]
Leia: But it’s your fault for getting hooked on spyrix to begin with. Now you have to live with the consequences.
Gilland: But if spyrites become commonplace, the people of Elympios will have all the mana they need.
Milla: Isn’t it a bit late for that? You were the ones who chose to rely on spyrix 2,000 years ago!
Gilland: That wasn’t me! Gwaaah!
Alvin: Hey, are you okay?
Gilland: My death is not going to change the fate of Rieze Maxia! O-Our plan can proceed so long as the schism exists. Everything you’ve done is for nothing! Ergh! Ahhhh!
Leia: Is he dead now?
Rowen: Perhaps that was the price he had to pay for using Celsius.
Milla: It was a high price to pay, even for that much power.
Alvin: Well, I’ll be taking this back. Gillandor Yul Svent. Goodbye, Uncle.
Gaius: Has everything been settled now?
Milla: You just missed it.
Jude: This doesn't feel right. Not at all.
Milla: Exodus must abandon their plans. They must be forced to for the sake of Rieze Maxia. [“We must destroy Exodus’ plan for the sake of Rieze Maxia.”]
Jude: Right.
Milla: Good to see you all again.
Gaius: Maxwell.
Milla: Even you won't interfere here. I'll destroy it.
Wingul: Such power! What the hell is this arte? [in Long Dau he says “Damn”]
Elize: It hurts! Make it stop! [“We’re getting squished.”]
Jude: Did Gilland set a trap for us?!
Agria: Come on! Use your artes, for crying out loud! [she calls her her trademark “babaa” (hag/granny)]
Presa: I can't. It's far too powerful!
Gaius: This is nothing I can't handle. I'll break through this arte!
Jude: Break through? That's it! Use the Lance of Kresnik! It has the power to dispel artes!
Milla: That's true! [“The Lance…”]
Leia: Can we even do that? Isn't it out of mana?
Rowen: If everybody here can just focus their mana into the Lance, then maybe...
Agria: Ahahaha! So you're saying we should willingly give that thing power?
Wingul: It could mean the death of us.
Gaius: We're dead either way. We have no choice.
Agria: Damnit! Hurry up already!
Presa: I... I can't take it anymore.
Gaius: Now Maxwell, activate the Lance.
Jude: Milla...
Milla: There is no need for everyone to risk their lives.
Jude: Wait, what? Don't do it! No! You can't do this!
Alvin: What are you doing?! Aren't you supposed to stick around, to help protect the world? There are still so many things left you need to do!
Milla: With the schism gone, Exodus' plan will come to an end. Isn't that right?
Alvin: What?
Milla: You’re still here? I told you to leave with Jude and the others. I’m sorry. I dragged you into this.
Undine: Well, well, you’ve certainly changed, haven’t you?
Milla: I just want to live as Maxwell, that’s all.
Sylph: And that’s an excuse to off yourself, huh?
Milla: I know it conflicts with my mission.
Gnome: Then don’t! Don’t do it!
Milla: I don’t want to disappoint Jude. When he’s watching me… I want to be like this. I want to be the Maxwell that he respects. [“that he loves.” wtf translators]
Efreet: What does Maxwell have to fear?
Milla: So that’s what it was. I finally understand. I’ve become afraid. Afraid of loss.
Leia: This can’t happen. [“No, Milla…”]
Elize: Milla…
Teepo: Don’t do it!
Rowen: Please reconsider! [“Milla!”]
Jude: You can’t do this. Milla. If you leave us, then what? You can’t! [“If you were to disappear, then I…”]
Milla: You’ll be fine without me. [“Don’t make that face.”]
Jude: …
Milla: Farewell. Goodbye, Jude.
Jude: Mi— Millaaaaaaa!
Commentary: I don’t know why these translators keep removing the word “love”, but I don’t like it :( Note how they also made Jude’s line near the end less personal.
Milla is so strong, though. By then she’s realized the truth about herself, and even if it conflicts with her mission, she wants to protect her friends, who she’s become afraid of losing (a nice call back to the scene in Fort Gandala where she was ready to let Gilland kill Elise and Driselle if she had to). She’s changed so much, while still keeping the fundamental part of herself, what makes her so strong. She really is an amazing character.
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deejadabbles · 6 years
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@ygotplusweek Day One! What made you fall in love with this ship? What made them fall in love with each other?
Gonna start off this fan week light, and just do some headcanons/ranting regarding my ultimate OT3 and why they love each other! Hope you fellow encourageshippers enjoy them <3
((edit: *coughs nervously* so apparently what I meant by “light” was actually “a giant essay on why these three adore each other” so umm yeah I’m gonna put it under the cut because it turned out a lot longer than I expected heh))
 I think the main thing that really “made me ship them” was a lot due to the fact that I loved seeing the characters grow together. One on one, each of them had very unique friendships with each other. 
Yugi and Anzu had the sweet, simple understanding childhood friends type bond, Anzu and Atem had to put a bit of work and time into their friendship and let it grow which imo made for a very strong connection, then of course Yugi and Atem shared this impossibly deep, intricate partnership that’s almost indescribable. I just see these bonds meshing well and easily growing into a very healthy, well rounded relationship. Whether or not the persons involved would make for a healthy future is always a BIG factor in me shipping something, so these three having the such sweet, selfless and strong bond with one another makes me very drawn to them.
Now, as for what made them fall for each other? *cracks neck* well lets take a look, shall we?
Yugi is most definitely drawn to strong personalities, which both Anzu and Atem posses, as well as kind, fair hearts. But lets look at their individual qualities. 
Anzu was likely one of his only friends growing up, so not only does he have that nostalgic fondness, but something much deeper that grew from it. Kids are cruel and we know poor Yugi was bullied, probably pretty consistently, but Anzu stayed by him. She played hand-held games with him, stood up for him when classmates took their teasing too far (say she didn’t do that i’LL FIGHT YOU) but most importantly, she simply stayed with him. It didn’t matter how quirky he was, she smiled and laughed along with him. It didn’t matter that every other boy was getting their growth spurts while his body acted like someone put a stopper in his biological clock, she would just shrug and assure him his would come someday. It didn’t matter when his timid, shy side showed through and overwhelmed him, she stood up even taller in the hopes of sparking his own confidence and sass. She accepted him as he was first and foremost, likely at a time where he had never experienced that (aside from maybe family members). She understood and accepted him, who’s to blame him for falling for his best friend?
Now enter Atem. Yes Yugi was fine the way he was, but he had this confidence and bravery inside him that was stunted, blocked somehow. While Anzu loved Yugi for who he was, Atem always encouraged and brought out what Yugi could be, the best version of himself he was always meant to be. Not only that, lets also not forget how Atem made Yugi feel like he really mattered, like he was needed by someone. Yugi always wanted to be the person someone else relied on and confided in and Atem was that person. Yeah on the surface Atem seems like the cool collected one who had everything figured out and under control, but deep down that’s simply not the truth. He even admits himself (pretty readily) that Yugi helps him in ways no one would even realize and I think Yugi know’s that. Atem grabbed Yugi and depended on him in a way that fulfilled a side of him no one else had. Yeah, I’d fall for that too tbh.
Now let’s talk about Anzu and her love. We’re talking about two men who, together, are arguably THE PERFECT man. But what makes the perfect man?
Again, Yugi is the comfortable, familiar, cozy sweater of a person due to their childhood friendship. In fact so comfortable, it took a long time to actually realize she was more than a little in love with him. So what if she walks with him to school every single day? They’ve done it since they were in fifth grade! So what if she always chooses to sit next to him no matter where they are? It’s the best position to talk with him, duh! So what if she’d rather sit inside during lunch and listen to Yugi go on and on about duel monsters instead of watching the popular boys play basket ball? You’re the crazy one not her- I mean do you see the sparkle in his eyes she can’t pass up a chance to see that! If you actually asked her what she loved most about Yugi, she’d think of nothing and everything at the same time. His lovable qualities: his kind heart, his loyalty, the way he makes her feel like the most important person in the world by just looking at her, those things are all so familiar and apparent to her by now, she can barely define them. 
But that familiarity came at a price, because the first one she actually knew she fell for, was Atem. The knight every girl, in some way or another, dreams about. Yes she is a strong woman who can stand her own, but who doesn’t love a confident, smirking, mysterious hero-type? Atem awoke a sense of adventure and discovery no one else could provide her with. But there was also the complexity of their situation, for a long time there was this distance that seemed impossible to shorten, which likely only made her all the more interested. And then when they finally closed that distance? Oh boy, dose that make a girl feel special. Her patients and persistence paid off and now she gets to truly discover him, even if it was only as a friend at first. The best part? His mystique and confidence wasn’t all there was too him like so many ‘bad boys’ who may have caught her interest, he was kind and genuine at his core. Yeah he has his moments of overt arrogance, but in his heart of hearts he’s a good person, and that’s the winning factor that really sealed the deal for her heart. Girl you’ve got good good taste.
And finally, we have Atem. Woo boy, does he have a future full of love with these two. The first two who accepted him in this new chance at life.
Yugi saved him. Simple as that. Okay okay so, not that simple, let me elaborate. Not only did Yugi free him from his prison inside the puzzle, but this sweet sweet boy selflessly lets him share his body so that he might have at least something that resembles a life? How did he get so lucky to find this embodiment of all things light. Yes, light, that’s what Yugi is, his light. Atem has always been scared of his darker tendencies, ashamed even, worried that the darkness is who he is deep down. But again, there’s Yugi, his light and reminder that he can be better than his lesser qualities. People always praise him for bringing out Yugi’s confidence and strength, but in Atem’s eyes, that pales in comparison to what Yugi brought out in him. Yugi is the reason he can be kind and gentle, the reason he didn’t fall into darkness forever. They make each other the best versions of each other, and Atem is forever grateful for that. 
But let’s not forget Anzu. Admiration is likely the first word that pops into his mind when thinking about when he first fell for her. Her determination to make her dreams a reality no matter how hard it was. Loyalty that ensured she always stood up and by her friends no matter the situation. Valor and heart mixing together to make the perfect balance of fearless defender and caring supporter no matter how life tried to break her. Even if he didn’t show it outwardly, he was entranced by this pillar of love and strength. She was the first to really accept him as his own person, instead of an extension of Yugi (save for Yugi himself) and that truly awoke him. Yugi helped bring the light to his life, but Anzu lit the passion in his soul. Her own enthusiasm for life and the things that filled it, in turn, made him love life again, albeit in his own more even-toned way. Her passions spilled over and fueled his own, even if she didn’t notice it. She is drive and zest and spunk and joy all in one! Simply put, she makes him feel alive, and who doesn’t love that feeling? 
Whew, wow, if you read all the way through that I appreciate you, friend! Please please feel free too add your own thoughts and comments or just talk to me about these precious babies! Thanks for reading <3
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lostonehero · 6 years
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Demon lessons (pt4 of a silent betrayal)
Anti had a odd habit, well for a demon it was a weird habit. Marvin thought to himself watching Anti crochet a new cape for him. Marvin didn't ask for one Anti just wanted to make one. It was cute Anti always purred while he crochet. He already made everyone sweaters, blankets, hats, and scarves. Marvin was more worried that Anti will make too much then do something bad while he crochets.
"Master Marvin." Anti cuts through the silence as Marvin looks at him. "May I ask a question?"
"Uh go ahead Anti." Marvin responds still not used to being called master.
"Forgive me if this is out of line, but do the others know of the scars around your eyes, or of your blindness?" The demon asks with pure innocence in his eyes.
Marvin pauses and swallows. "No they do not, and I expect you to keep that a secret between us.... I can still see though Anti by magic."
Anti nods. "I understand master Marvin. I shall keep my lips sealed."
Marvin stops looking at Anti turning away. "Now may I ask a question?"
"Anything master Marvin." Anti has now put his full attention to Marvin putting down his crochet project.
A moment of silence passes before Marvin can speak finding the right words. "Uh do you know why....uh no how did you..... uh no that's not right."
Anti frowns looking at Marvin with his head tilted. "You want to know why I'm hurt?."
Marvin only nods.
"Well I can't remember, but I know when a demon is under contract like I am, they cannot refuse any order or command. So I believe my previous master wanted to test the limits of my loyalty, and uh hurt me." With the innocence in Anti's tone it makes it seem like he only got a paper cut not extremely disfigured.
Marvin looked sick getting that information. "Oh I see, Anti please take all the time you need to heal, and do as you wish in this home."
"I will, thank you master Marvin." Anti responds with a smile returning to his crocheting.
Marvin looked down, he needed to discuss this with Shneep. He sighed getting up. "I'm going to talk with Shneep you can continue doing as you please Anti.
The demon nods as the magician exits.
..........
It was Jackie who knocked on Anti's door later that day. "Hey Anti I brought you a gift."
Anti answers the door immediately. "Oh I have a gift for you too"
Jackie flinches he needs to one up him again. "I got you some spicy lollipops. It's kind of funny since they're called the toe of satan." He hands over a few boxes of candy.
Anti smiles and hands Jackie a knitted mask. "This is for when you go out being a hero in the winter. I don't want you to freeze out there."
Jackie blushes and quickly looks away. "Thank you Anti that's so sweet."
"Also even though you're not my master, Jackie I want to make sure you're healthy, so please don't bind your chest so much. If you need help just ask." Anti smiles softly handing Jackie a scarf with the trans flag stitched into it.
Jackie looks close to tears. "T-thank you Anti I'll try..... uh may I come in?" He asks clutching the scarf close to his chest.
Anti opens the door gesturing Jackie in who quickly rushes in closing the door behind them. "Uh what can you help me with exactly?" He looks down embarrassed
Anti tilts his head. "For one remove those breasts so you don't keep harming yourself. I can do other things but I need permission from master Marvin. I'm not allowed to use magic without permission."
Jackie's eyes widen. "You would do that for me? Anti that's amazing."
Anti nods tapping his fingers against the superheros chest. Jackie's chest feels lighter, and the binder feels looser. "There that's the most I can do without permission. Sorry it isn't much."
Jackie just looks stunned, and can only cry overflowed with emotions. He hugs the demon with all his strength, even with the super strength Anti isn't phased.
"Anti thank you so much. Oh I have to make this up to you." Jackie shouts running out of the room.
Anti just mumbles. "I didn't do much. You don't have to do anything." He feels a growing pit of dispar in his stomach, and he doesn't understand why. Maybe it was because he was a demon, and demons don't deserve kindness. He pushed down the feeling, he needed to do what he wanted. He wants to feel love, but he doesn't know how, so he's going to continue to crochet. Chase needed a new sweater.
.........
Marvin knocked on Anti's door before entering. "Uh hello Anti how are you doing?" The magic fueled man looks around, and spots an crochet cave and Anti laying down in it looking upset.
"I'm sorry master I used magic without your permission." Anti huffy looking exhausted. He didn't realize just using a little would harm him like this.
"Oh Anti that's fine you can use any magic as long as you're not harming anyone..." Marvin was about to ask if that is why Anti is upset, but he is answered immediately by the glitch perking up looking like a happy kitten drawing out of his den.
The demon laches onto Marvin with a tight hug. "Thank you master Marvin... I forgot I couldn't use magic without permission, thank you for giving me permission. Oh I can heal faster now thank you."
Marvin stops and looks at the demon who has moved purring on the bed. He couldn't heal because he wasn't allowed to use his magic without permission. Just what kind of contract did Marvim take? He just wanted to punch the person who made this contract.
......
In his room JJ sneezed.
.......
The next day Jackie was on cloud nine, Shneep was discussing Anti with Marvin, JJ was writing a script for a new short, and Robbie was drawing with crayons. This was all fine until Chase yelled in shock and some fear.
"Fooking ell Anti what are you doing... IS THAT A FUCKING CHEETAH." Chase screams running inside.
Anti was standing outside holding a Cheetah who was purring and licking the demons head. "Guys I found a kitten." The glitch says with a smile plastered on his face.
The rest of the egos looked shocked.
"Uh Anti where did you find that?" Jackie asks standing in front of the others.
"Oh I went down south, and found her" Anti giggles.
"Uh Anti she doesn't belong here could you bring her back to her own home." Marvin asks slowly.
Anti nods. "Sure thing master Marvin, her name is candy." He teleports away with the cheetah.
"So Anti has a thing for all things felines." JJ has written down showing it to the group.
"Yeah I really hope he doesn't bring them inside the house. " Chase sighs.
"Big kitty." Robbie smiles.
"Yeah big kitty Robbie." Shneep replies.
"I'll talk to Anti about this." Marvin mumbles still reeling.
......
After Anti returned Marvin had a long talk with the demon setting down ground rules which went over well enough.
Things were going well enough... until Jack came to visit. Which was unusual just unexpected. Marvin quickly rushed Anti into the demon's room slamming the door.
"Is Marvin ok? Jack asks listening to the slam.
Chase speaks up grabbing Jack's shoulder. "Ah yeah he's great we're just excited about the new short dude. JJ said you're trying to add us into it." He says a bit too quickly bringing Jack into the living room.
Shneep runs after the pair. "Yes Sean I was wondering if we could add a medical section." He adds looking back seeing Marvin closing Anti's door.
Jack nods at the pair. "Sure sure, let's go over some plans JJ and I have been going over. Hey Marvin you going to join us?"
"Yeah Jack sure thing." Marvin yells dragging Jackie with him.
"Uh before we start who did you push into the vacant room Marvin?" Jack asks watching Marvin freeze.
"Ah nobody important don't worry yourself Jack." Marvin says with a nervous smile.
Jack looks over to Jackie who immeditally tells the truth. "It was Anti we didn't want you to see him."
All the egos besides Jackie. "JACKIE."
"I'm sorry guys I can't lie you know this." Jackie sighs.
Jack is taken aback. "Now how did you even keep that demon stable.... he's not going to try to possess me again is he?" He asks nervousness lacing is voice.
Marvin scratches the back of his head. "Uh I don't think he remembers how to."
"He is injured...." Shneep mutters.
"He brought a kitty." Robbie smiles.
"He's not a bad guy anymore." Jackie looks away.
Jack frowns looking confused. "Ok let's roll back please explain everything. I haven't been here for like three months."
Marvin clears his throat and begins to explain.
Jack sighs. "So I see Anti doesn't remember anything, and he is actually disfigured... ah geez how long jas this been going on."
"Only a few months really, but Anti has wanted to meet you he made you a bunch of sweaters and hats." Jackie mumbles.
"He did? He wants to meet me?" Jack pauses and takes a deep breath. "Ok let him down."
Marvin nods. "Ok Anti could you come down?" With that question the demon appears next to Jack.
"Yes master Marvin... oh hello you must be Jack. Hello how are you doing?" Anti bows in a greeting.
"Uh hello Anti yes I am Jack." Jack's mind is racing, so Anti really has changed. "Ok so how would you like to be in this short the fans would love it."
"Would that be alright master Marvin." Anti asks Marvin who looks at Jack who nods.
"Yes Anti you can." Marvin smiles
Anti beams sitting next to Jackie on the couch waiting for ideas to be toss around.
.......
It was a productive meeting throwing around video ideas. Jack now felt comfortable going to and from the ego world back to his own home. He just needed to do research on demons because Anti is just weirding him out. Well at least this video will be a great one.
.......
Now that Jack knew about Anti, and the iplier egos had a rough idea, Marvin was more concerned with the actual iplier egos coming over soon.... he was worried that most of all Dark would use Anti. For now he hoped that day wouldn't come.
Right now Anti was attempting to catch a spider on the ceiling. He was like a over active kitten with supernatural abilities.
"Hey Marvin I told Bing about y'know..... he wants to come over tomorrow... if that's alright." Chase interrupts Marvin's thoughts.
"Uh sure Chase Bing is always welcomed here." Marvin responds tiredness laced his tone. Since when did he become the leader of the house that was Shneep's job.
"Cool bro thanks. Hey Anti can you be player three tomorrow." Chase smiles as Anti gives a thumbs up from the ceiling.
........
"Dude so Anti you have no memory right?" Bing asks the demon who's lounging on the floor.
"Yeah I don't really remember anything." Anti responds boredly looking up at the android.
"Ah damn I wanted to ask you something.... oh well dude let's get to gaming right Chase?" Bing gives a mechanical sigh as his parts whirl.
Anti looks at Bing with a curious gaze, but returns to look at the screen controller lazily in his hand. "Ok I'm ready."
Chase smiles. "Ok dudes lets go."
They proceed to play smash for hours. Anti enjoying hearing the two men's laughter.
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My First Fanfiction Attempt
Here goes. It is Molly’s side of the story. AU Sherlock tv series. Not sure of the rating - probably teen up. Definitely Mycroft-centric. Definitely happy ending. Early 18th or 19th century. mix of Pride and Prejudice - not at all (only the misunderstandings), Robin Hood [ :) well sort of] . Inspired by many of AO3 authors, mostly ylc, starrysummernights, ... will add more later. [there was a fairy tale AU where john and sherlock rescue princess molly from a tower. i never pay attention to names!! will search and add - GOT IT!! - The White Tower and the Winding Stair by CherryBlossomTide for what_alchemy] AND . MANY MORE.
It is more of a ... prologue (?). Posting before I chicken out. Also hope to continue and not abandon since I have already posted the beginning.
Had a tough time bringing out the thoughts to words.
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I literally practised this - of course mentally! To clear my head. Hope it is worth reading.
Do comment - however discouraging it may seem. Especially since I have never been outside my hometown, and, all my ideas come from movies and my high school history knowledge. {For eg. ‘hackney’ - not sure if it is the right word for my idea of the vehicle in my story - a horse drawn, canvas roofed cart,I’d say. Apologies for all the loop-holes.}
keep reading if you want to. if you don’t, still keep reading ;)
[just the beginning of a long story]
{maybe not that long}
so sorry. i don’t know how to edit without re-blogging. and i don’t want to reblog. so adding the whole thing again!
Princess Molly and The Banker
Chapter 1 - The Beginning of a Journey
Molly woke up to the nudge on her shoulder and the whisper in her ear - recognising the voice - “My Lady! Wake up. Wakeup! We’ve to leave!”
It was Mary, her maid , her guard, her childhood companion. Someone she, and her father trusted with their life.
Something was definitely wrong.
Silently Molly allowed Mary to bundle her into clothes of a man - shirt, trousers, boots, cloak. They took the secret stairs behind her wardrobe. It led to an underground passage and into the woods behind the castle.
A hackney was waiting for them. As Molly climbed into the back she heard Mary whispering to the man beside the horse. Slowly she recognised the silhouette - it was Sir John, second in command to Captain Lestrade, the King’s commanding officer.
She desperately wanted to ask them why he was not with her father, the King, protecting him! But knew she was expected to follow, not ask questions and cause a delay.
Although only 14 yrs old, Lady Molly Hooper was far more intelligent and capable than any of her friends. Not that she had any - friends! They treated her with respect for after all she is the Princess of Astoria, only daughter of King Edward Hooper. Even if most of them felt that she was not normal, with her obsession with taking care of injured animals, reading books on medicine and death! Death! She seemed fascinated by poisons and decomposition of the body. That was definitely not normal!
Molly’s thoughts of her life in the castle were turned to the movement of the hackney. Mary had joined her at the back, and they were off in a hurry. She was jolted from side to side but held on to the beam passing along the canvas roof. Her thoughts strayed to the castle, her father. She shut them down. Concentrated on the twists and turns of the path ahead.
The forest was her only friend, with Mary as her companion, while she explored - memorising plants from the hefty books that Mary carried in a small cart, as Molly searched for specimens to use in the small room her father had ordered set up for her. He loved his daughter, more when her mother passed away from a fever that had taken more lives in his kingdom than any battle. His loss though hidden was obvious to his quiet daughter. Molly was determined to find the cause for this ‘plague’ that had taken so many precious lives. And her father indulged her, much to the discomfort of his councillors - who thought that a Princess’ role was to be presentable in court, and make a good Queen when the time came.
Half-way through the journey Molly started losing the orientation of the path. They were heading deeper into the woods - farther than she had ever been. Slowly the rocking of their vehicle lulled her into a doze that she found hard to resist. She needed to remain alert, study the path, note the relevant pieces that would help her re-trace the way back to the castle. Not that she did not trust John or Mary. It had become a force of habit - memorising everything that fell in her field - of vision.
Not sure for how long she had slept, Molly heard the whispered arguments of her companions and decided to get out and see where they were. It was still dark, they were at the border of the woods, and all she could see ahead was fog. Her movement had alerted her guards and Mary came running to her “My Lady. Please remain inside. It is not yet safe for you to come into the open.”
Frustrated but practical, Molly nodded and sat inside, waiting for John and Mary to finish their discusion and continue with their journey. As she cuddled into the fur blanket that was spread out on the make-shift bed at the floor of the hackney, something hard touched her head. She leapt up, silently, and focussed her gaze on the object hidden under the fur. The outline was definitely familiar. It was her log-book : the one she carried with her wherever she went. All her work was detailed in it. As she slowly placed the bookon her lap the hackney shifted under the weight of Mary who climbed in to join her. They started moving again.
Mary watched her caress the book and smiled. It was the only personal item that she could collect given the circumstances. Yet, she knew Molly would prefer this to all the treasures her father had bestowed upon her over the years.
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The slowing of the hackney woke her up. Molly watched Mary jump out and run ahead. She held the book close to her chest, seeking comfort for her racing heart.
John slowed the horse and got down, leading them closer to what looked like a barn.
He tied the horse to a pole and came to the back to help Molly get down. Seeing her questioning look John held a ffinger to his lips, watching Molly nod in understanding, and led her into the barn. Settling her in a corner with the blankets around, he signaled her to wait while he went out.
She was too tired to even think of the reasons for all this secretiveness. And too anxious to sleep. So all she could do was wait even if not patiently.
The sound of more than a pair of boots on the gravel outside made her crouch into the hay.
“Where is she? AAh. My lady, please allow me to escort you inside,” the voice was deep, touching her heart like a well sung sonata. Yet she did not dare peek at her interlocutor.
A strong hand with thin long fingers grasped her elbow firmly and fluidly pulled her up. As Molly rose up from between the hay she looked up to see a tall man with curly hair, strong chin, high cheek-bones, long neck, dressed in a tight shirt and breeches and boots. Her head reached only his chest. In the dark she couldn’t see his eyes. His breath was steady and he was watching her intently.
Trying to gather all information about the stranger, she did not register the other voices behind the man. Like a fog being displaced my the sun, her clouded mind cleared on hearing the slightly admonishing tone of Mary. She tried to look over the stranger’s shoulder but couldn’t budge.
“Well, you do want me to keep her safe, don’t you John?” he asked.
“Of course we bloody do, Sherlock! But, don’t frighten her into running away! That’s not very good now, is it?” John replied.
“Hmph. She doesn’t look like the running type.” “ Shall we, Princess?” saying so, the stranger Sherlock walked past them out of the barn.
“Don’t worry. He is a Good Man. You’ll be safe here, till John can bring more news from the castle” Mary assured her Lady.
“What happened? Is Father alright? When will I see him again?” Molly started babbling as she was led into a small single storied house by Mary, John following them. Sherlock was nowhere to be seen.
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The front door was open. As they stepped in Molly could hear the faint sound of music- violin, behind the closed door to the left of what looked like the only room in the house - there was a fire-place, next to which stood what looked like a shelf that held kitchen utensils. This was at the far right of the rectangular room, where there was a window with a ledge that had books, writng paper, and some cushions. Right in front of the fire-place was large chair looking cozy with a rug and more books on the floor beside it. There was a large table in the middle of the room that was covered with pans and jars and more books.
Next to the door in the left corner of the room was a make-shify bed that looke more like a wooden board covered with a rug and a few blankets. There was a stand covered with books next to it. A candle was burning on the stand and there was a quill that was resting on a parchment paper.
Molly slowly realised that what was resting on top of the books was actually a skull, and, looked human! She had seen the remains of a baby in the forest, and Mary had mentioned that sometimes when a woman gave birth to a still-born, the father would bury the child in the forest, and not in the graveyard of the church. This was to let the spirit of the child be free to wander in the woods and not be bullied by the other ghosts.
Though Molly never belived her and knew that Mary was hiding something, the fact was she loved fantasies and this only fueled her imaginations.
As she slowly approached the skull the door opened with a bang and Sherlock moved in a flash to the pots and pans on the shelves.
“What would you like to have?Soup?”
John exchanged a glance with Mary. “I’ll worry about the food.”
Sherlock merely looked at him as if he was a disturbance and fell into the chair by the fire.
“Why don’t we get you settled, my Lady?” Mary asked Molly.
Molly looked at her not sure what she meant. She was led by Mary through the door to the stable right behind the house where on the floor was a trap door that she lifted to reveal stairs. A faint glow lit the stairs. Molly followed her companion down the stairs to a small room that had a bed, a shelf for clothes, a basin and a jug full of water, also a table with books and writing equipment.
The room had walls and floor that were covered in wooden beams - probably to keep the chill out. There were pipes running along the ceiling. Molly wondered what they were for.
“You’d best change into something more comfortable, my Lady.” Mary was already taking out a few clothes from a bag that sat on one of the shelves.
Molly walked over to her, held her trembling hand and slowly turned her to look directly into her eyes “Tell me. You know I would rather know the truth than avoid it. Please. In the name of our friendship, if you truly are devoted to the King, please!”
There was unshed tears in her eyes.
Molly was never one to interefere when she knew she was expected to remain silent. But this was about her father! Her Kingdom! She held on to Mary’s hand steadily.
Mary nodded and led her to the bed. She still carried the bag of clothes. “These are John’s. Will fit you, even if a little loose. Why don’t you change first. After I promise to tell you everything.”
Sighing, Molly rose to her feet and started shedding the clothes she had hastily worn earlier in the night. “What time do you think it is?” she asked in a whisper.
“Almost daylight” Mary answered as she helped her remove her petticoat.
Mary moved to a corner where a wooden board was covering what looked like the beginning of the pipe that ran along the roof. Removing the lid she placed the jug of water on the iron plate that was revealed. The water slowly started heating. Mary dipped a piece of cloth in the water and gave it to Molly who wiped herself. After ensuring that she was clean Mary took the jug, closed the iron plate with the wooden lid and washed the rag in the basin. After wiping Molly’s hair with the damp cloth, Mary helped her into the clean clothes.
“I’ll wash your petticoat and dry it. We’ll have to improvise since there is no spare.” Mary refused to maitain eye-contact. That was not a good sign.
Molly sat on the bed waiting for Mary to finally run out of excuses.
“Lord Magnussen was heard threatening the King by John. Not sure about the details. John approached Captain Gregory, who’d said that the King is in his debt and owes the Lord quite a large sum. Since he’s in good terms with King Moriarty, of Snowdonia, John feels  …” Mary paused, not sure if she should complete the thought.
“That Moriarty might attack? Like he captured Snowdonia?” Molly completed the sentence in her head, not realising that she had whispered it aloud. “But, Pembrokeshire is so far away! Unless he has the help of the neighbouring kingdoms …”
“Lord Magnussen has too many nobles in his debt. It’s not safe for you in the castle ‘till we are sure of his motives. Trust John. He’ll be off to the castle by now. W’may have to wait for a day or two. He’s promised to get back to us by then with any new developments. If it’s safe, we can return immediately.” Mary tried, her voice not convincing enough.
But Molly was a practical girl. She never was carried away by fanciful thoughts. “Let us go eat” saying so, she rose from the bed, determined not to give more trouble than she already had - which was inevitable, considering the fact that the fate of her Kingdom rested on her head. Mary may be doing her duty, but she knew that Mary was more like an elder sister to her. She was cared for deeply, and knew that Mary would give her life to protect her Lady.
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definitely mollcroft. for a moment thought sherlolly/mollock. but, mycroft is always my favourite, so....
hope it is worth the effort to continue!
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Analogical with, "Dear Diary.."
Genre: Fluff
Pairing(s): Platonic Analogical, Platonic LAMP/Polyamsanders (? Background)
Word Count: 1529
A/N: I’m honestly not very happy with how this fic came out, but it was just me trying something new, so I guess it turned out okay, all things considering? I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Panic attack and anxiety mention (nothing graphic), stress mention, some self-hate (mild), let me know if anything else needs to be tagged!
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Dear ‘Diary,’
Logic wrinkled his nose in disgust at the first written words in his new journal. The journal itself was aesthetically pleasing, with the swirling galaxies on the front cover, and the shiny black spirals binding the pages together. However, Morality’s insistence that he write in his new “diary” was, quite frankly, unpleasant, and he couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust and shame well up as he wrote.
However, his thoughts and observations were much too important to keep to himself, and figured now was as good of a time as ever to begin keeping track of what happens in the mindscape, so he picked up the pen and began to write.
A quite intriguing event occured today. A new facet has appearance, one who refuses to tell myself and the others what he represents. When asked for a name or, at least, a title, the new side fidgeted, clearly nervous. He didn’t respond, and instead rushed off to his newly formed room.
Morality tried to invite him to dinner later in the evening, but he returned from his expedition looking sorrowful. He was unsuccessful.
I’ve yet to determine whom this new side is, and what they represent. More observations to come.
- Logic
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It was months before the journal was touched again. Logic couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about writing in a diary, even if it was for purely science and observation related purposes. However, his own curiosity and logical mindset urged him to record his findings, especially involving the new side. So, despite the heat rushing to his face as he stood alone in his empty room, Logic reached underneath his bed and gathered the notebook.
He ran his fingers over the spine for a moment before opening the journal and flipping to the next clean page.
Dear ‘Diary,’
Logically, I should begin referring to this journal as a notebook, or observation book, or even just journal, rather than diary. ‘Diary’ is beginning to become quite frustrating and childish. Perhaps I shall begin to do so, after this entry.
A multitude of events have occured within the past months. Firstly, the new side, after much insistent from both Creativity and Morality, has revealed his title to be Anxiety. Creativity was quite displeased by this statement, and has taken to insulting and expressing his anger towards Anxiety.
Neither Morality nor I are completely comfortable around the new side, but Creativity seems to have an especially prominent grudge against Anxiety. More observations to come.
Morality is making an attempt at hospitality, and the mindscape has begun to smell almost exclusively of various types of baked goods as he tries out different recipes in order to please our new member of the mindscape. However, his attempts are somewhat dampened by Creativity’s obvious dislike for Anxiety, and my own stiffness around the new side.
While I am trying to avoid jumping to assumptions about the new facet, it can’t be denied that his purpose is not quite as… functional as us. Since his appearance, Thomas has reported enhanced feelings of anxiety, as well as a few panic attacks. While the latter are quite rare, the regular feelings of immense anxiety, especially regarding social situations, is hindering Thomas’ way of life.
From a purely logical standpoint, it’s clear that Thomas’ YouTube videos have begun to decline in both consistency and quality. To add on to this, all of us seem to be affected by Anxiety’s presence, including myself. While I am not a feeling, unlike the other two, I have begun to become more easily stressed since he has arrived.
That is all for now. More observations to come in the future.
- Logic
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Journal Entry #3,
Logan nodded to himself. That sounded much better than ‘Dear Diary’ and Logan felt the familiarity of satisfaction course through him. It was subdued by the fact that Logan’s door still remained shut tightly, for fear of the others discovering him, but it was satisfaction nonetheless.
It hasn’t been incredibly long since my last entry, but it has been a couple weeks. My apologies.
Not many events of importance have occurred as of late. I revealed my name to the others, which seemed to be more of an event than it should have been. Actually, correction, Morality revealed my name to the others as he was departing from the video.
Thomas’ fans seemed to nearly implode with their excitement over my name reveal, which was quite baffling to me. Thomas reported that many fans have started to theorize the others’ names as well.
Anxiety is still as much of an enigma as ever. He’s joined us in the past couple videos, much to Creativity’s anger. He claims Anxiety doesn’t deserve to be in the video, since he isn’t an important part of Thomas’ personality. He even went as far as to claim that Anxiety was the villain of the series.
While I don’t believe Anxiety is a necessarily ‘good’ or pleasant personality trait to have, I can’t deny the fact that even just his appearance as a physical facet should indicate that he has a much larger role than we give him credit for. However, I’m still suspicious of his intents, especially when Thomas’ life is involved. More to be discovered about that subject, I suppose.
Thomas is still reporting feelings of anxiety and insecurity, which only seems to fuel Creativity’s anger. However, I have reason to suspect that the latter of Thomas’ issues may be caused by the creative facet himself. We’ll have to see.
I suppose I’ll be signing off as Logan now, since my identity has become public.
- Logan
~
The Accepting Anxiety videos threw off all of Logan’s observations about Anxiety. Or, as he is now known, Virgil. Logan could feel anger boil up in him, not directed towards An- Virgil, but, rather, towards himself. How could have been so idiotic as to forget that anxiety and nervousness was a key factor in productivity levels and self-motivation? He hadn’t even drawn the parallel between Virgil’s function and the Yerkes-Dodson curve until the most recent video!
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Logan huffed in frustration, slamming the door to his room as he closed it behind him, immediately flinching in response. He regretted his actions instantly, and hoped that the newly accepted side across the hall from him didn’t take it as an indication that he was upset with him.
Note to self: Speak to Virgil at a later time. Make sure he’s… alright.
By this time, some of Logan’s anger had diminished, but he was still feeling frustrated, confused by the new turn of events, and his emotions were beginning to border on frantic. He scanned his room, looking for something to distract hi-
His eyes landed on the notebook. It was nearly three-fourths of the way full, as he had been writing in it much more since his name reveal, and some pages were dog-eared or crumpled. It laid haphazardly on his desk, and the cover was significantly more faded than it was when he had gotten it.
Logan walked over and picked it up, running his fingertips along the oh-so familiar spine of the journal. He thought back to his first entry with fondness, rather than the disgust he had felt when writing it. It seemed silly now, all his worries and insecurities. He considered the journal an old friend and had used it to record everything from observations to some of his… feelings.
Logan opened it up and ran his thumb along the corner of the ruffled pages, smiling softly to himself. He turned to the next blank page and began to write:
Journal Entry #21,
An interesting turn of events took place today, especially regarding ‘Anxiety.’ Firstly, he will no longer be referred to as Anxiety within in this notebook, as he revealed his name to myself and the other sides today.
Virgil (previously: Anxiety), decided to ‘duck out’ and attempt to retract all of his physical and emotional effects on Thomas in order to preserve our host’s happiness. Virgil viewed his function as an unnecessary part of Thomas and felt his presence was unwanted between the four of us.
After much fumbling with a version Thomas without anxiety (it was… unpleasant and frustrating, to say the least), the other sides and I took Thomas to Virgil’s room and searched for him. When we found him, we had to convince him that he was still needed and… wanted within the mindscape. It took an enormous amount of convincing, as well as the use of a graphic (the Yerkes-Dodson curve), but, eventually, Virgil began to accept himself as one of the group and revealed his name.
I don’t believe I expressed it correctly, or at all, in reality, but I’m quite proud of Virgil. It was courageous of him to open up to us, and I’m sure we will all make an attempt to include and accept him more openly.
There are still flaws within all of us, even I can admit that, but I believe this was a step in the right direction. And any step taken counts.
More observations to come. And, hopefully, more friendships as well.
- Logan
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Minecraft 1.14 - Savanna, Taiga and Desert Updates Coming!
Probably we all know by now about the 1.14 update coming soon-ish to our hands into snapshots form. And, about this update, people are only talking about the three biomes that were chosen for the voting.
Now, I sincerely don’t know why are people freaking out that only one biome is going to be updated. All of them are going to be updated, this voting is just to decide which one is the first one. Now, it’s probably by the release of 1.14 that all of them will have been released. Just little by little. If not, they’ll come to life on future updates.
So let’s take a look at what’s coming, shall we?
Savanna
The Savanna biome has three new features revealed: the Infested Thermite Blocks, and therefore Thermites will be added as well, there’s another mob too, the Ostrich, and the Baobab trees.
Let’s begin by talking about the Thermites and what do I hope they add to them.
Well, first of all, we should take damage by stepping on them. This would be really cool and would make the players watch their step really carefully while walking by.
Also, when we stepped on an Infested block, Thermites should emerge and start attacking the player. Gathered with silk touch, this would make a really nice trap. XD
They could also infest and kill plants, that would be a really nice detail to add.
Hmm...
Now, Ostriches. If we could get their eggs and make a huge omelet, that’d be nice. Or domesticate them. They run really fast, did you imagine how cool would it be to ride one of those?!
Also, what if we fed them a Golden Apple? Would they start to lay golden eggs?! Or chocolate ones?! I want to know. Now.
Oh, and would them burying their heads into the sand be of any use?
Now, Baobab trees... What if they were eleven blocks wide and 30 blocks tall? That’d be huge. It’d be massive! Absolutely massive! How cool would it be to find trees of that size?
Oh, and what if ants climbed those trees? Can you imagine? Like, the little creatures running up and down, chopping down leaf blocks and carrying bits around? How cute!
Taiga
As you can probably tell, this post ain’t ending nowhere near soon. xD
The Taiga biome will have Foxes, Berry bushes and Campfires added to it. Let’s dive in!
Foxes. So, in the wiki, they say that Foxes may be passive, which is kinda scary... Can you see it? You’re at night, surrounded by Creepers and Zombies, Skeletons are shooting at ya, and suddenly, Foxes jump out of nowhere and start attacking you! You can’t run ‘cuz they’re faster than you, and you can’t hide, because there's absolutely nowhere to hide in a Taiga biome. That’s... kinda hard.
But what if they hunt for food? Like, in groups? It would be so cool to see them waiting for a fish to swim next to the edge of a lake so that they could carry it to their puppies!
They could hide in the bushes nearby just waiting for the player to pass by and get them!
And, talking about bushes, we could have poisonous berries! I mean, why not?
We could have different types of berries and bushes, like, berries that are bigger, smaller, berries that are a better or a worse source of food, bushes that have spikes and deal damage to touch, bushes that the player can climb, etc.
And Campfires... would it be like in Terraria, where being near a Campfire regenerates health faster? Or will it make the player hungrier by making him sweat? Would it put the wool nearby on fire? Would it put the player on fire?
We could need to provide them with fuel, you know. That would be a nice detail added and would make it more realistic.
And, for map creators, it could get lit up permanently by running a Redstone signal to it or something. Also, if it is raining, we shouldn’t be able to lit it up. Actually, the fire should be put off.
Desert
You know, cool stuff! Meerkats, Palm trees and... Meerkats and Palm trees? That’s not a lot, really.
Meerkats will be pacific mobs, apparently, and I don’t know what else. They could eat the Thermites and Ostriches/Chicken eggs. I mean, I don’t know if they eat those types of eggs in real life, but it would be cool anyway.
Oh, and if they paid attention to the details, like, if all of their behaviors were respected and implemented, this would be a nice addition.
And Palm trees... Now, I’m not sure if those will only spawn on beaches, near water, or everywhere.
If we could get the Heart of Palm from them and other things as well, it would be nice.
They’ll probably create a new type of wood and a new type of leaf block for this one, and I’m really excited to see what’s coming next.
What do I hope/want for 1.14
Well, here are my suggestions:
A redesign of the Woodland Mansions, they are too ugly for me.
A redesign of Desert Temples. They are outdated.
More cave content. No, seriously, caving is the same since it was fully implemented. It could use some sort of updates.
Thermite variety. You know, black Thermites, red ones, just like in real life. They did it with the fishes, why can’t they do that with Thermites?
Dogs variety. I know that we’ll always have that dang Wolf, which is cool, but it wouldn’t hurt to add Goldens, Pitbulls, Chiwawas and that stuff.
More Redstone content! I would love a wireless adapter that we could link to a receiver (one at a time), and maybe hopper filters, or something like that. Also capacitors, RGB lights and an XBOX ONE. Okay, maybe I’ve got too far here, but more lightning color would be nice!
A village update! You know, better houses, smarter villagers, hireable people, that kind of stuff.
Hell. No, seriously, the Nether needs an update URGENTLY! A better fortress, some new mobs, that kind of stuff doesn’t hurt, you know.
A better End City. That’s not a city, it doesn’t matter what you say. So they’d better update it and make it more believable, or they’ll need to change its name.
Optimization. Minecraft isn’t truly optimized, and I struggle to play it in my computer. And it is a rather good one, you know, GTX 1050 Ti, 4GB RAM, Core 2 Duo E8400 at ~25% OC. An optimization, even if small, would already be better than nothing.
Well, that’s it, guys! Share this post, follow me on Twitter (@igorvasiak_mgs), and follow my game at Game Jolt (Land Of Enchantments) so that you won’t miss its release! I’ll see ya in the next post!
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