I think I should focus more on the link between Rafal and Japeth in TCY because I was typing out a joke post that went something along the lines of "TCY is so funny because the whole division between the two Pens comes down to "omnipotent omniscient harbinger of fate" vs "some snake guy" under the assumption that the scim that was Lionsmane was just one of Japeth's, but I realised I didn't have a source for that so checked flesh and blood again and what do you know Lionsmane is apparently "made out of my father (Rafal's) spirit.". I was aware of the reference to 'Rafal's spirit' mostly because it's a concept never mentioned by name again in the series but somehow never noticed that Lionsmane WAS just. Rafal. which has horrible consequences for the Japeth Lore
Basically. It seems very important to me that the "Storian VS Lionsmane" duo can be boiled down to "Fate VS Japeth", given that a lot of Japeth's motivation comes from his desire to be able to control fate, stating in Flesh And Blood "soon I'll be fate's master, with the power to take love back (where he's talking about Aric)." . Saying that he IS Lionsmane ties into that nicely, given that he'll write his own fate with the pen that Is Him. This also fits into the "Past is Present" prophecy, given the last line of "Until you change it", being exactly what Japeth aims to do.
However, Japeth does not 'change it', because he's not the one writing his fate, because He's Not Lionsmane. RAFAL is. The fate that Japeth thinks he's creating for himself isn't the one he wants, but is Rafal's fate instead... which is exactly what ends up happening to him, given the second fratricide incident. This also works with Past is Present, because Past IS Present, given it's the same fate. Which also works as a lovely little reminder that Japeth has absolutely no control over his fate in the slightest, reflected by a few other pieces of book 6 information: Rafal's message to him (that happens before book 4) instructs him to remain loyal to his brother, and to always put his brother first. He doesn't win a single one of Arthur's Trials. It is literally stated by Rafal in a flashback that it was LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE for japeth to end up being One True King. what I am Trying To Say is that there was absolutely no way in hell Japeth could ever have "changed it", ever. Anyway because of all of this I firmly believe that Soman should've put at least a couple of vague references to the TCY twins in the prequels given that Japeth and Rafal might have the most interesting link between them in my opinion
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Legend gets a haircut
Haha I HOPED MY TRICK WORKED FOR WHAT CHARACTER I WAS DOING 😂
No I need LEGEND angst but in crack style because I haven’t wrote it in a while and I just NEEEEEED it so here it is:
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His hair was getting long again.
The seasoned hero noticed it for some time now, yet the blade of the scissors never called out to him until now. Maybe he should give it a trim. Maybe he should fix it up. Maybe- just maybe he should heal.
The memory of the last time he got his hair cut was still clear in his mind, ringing through his brain like a village’s bell. The love that he lost, along with the memories that he gained.
It was a bittersweet moment indeed.
“Seriously vet, quit sulking in your sadness, it’s getting boring.” One of his fellow fairies chimed, the youthful voice melting into the breeze, “And your hair is a mess, even I can see that.”
“You’re right, it’s making my eyes bleed,“ and there’s the captain, the adventurer rolled his eyes as Warriors continued his monologue, “Listen, you need it fixed.”
Legend wanted to agree, he really did, but part of him just couldn’t let go of the memory. What if he loses her in his heart as well? “No.”
Well, Hylia clearly had other plans for the fairy, as he was quickly prompted onto the ground, hair washed through ice cold water and brushed to the best of his capabilities.
“So what are we thinking?” The traveler, much to Legend’s surprise, pulled out a pair of scissors, why did he have those on him?
“I’m sorry, but you are doing my hair?”
“Cooking isn’t my only forte.”
That was enough to make Legend quickly pass the scissors to the smith, “You work with blades, you do it.”
He could hear the ‘rude’ that followed his demand, but if they wanted him to cut his hair, his brothers better deal with it. “Oh I would love to,” Four’s tone dripped with sarcasm, “but you haven’t even told me what you want.”
The veteran crossed his arms, “I don’t care, just put it in a ponytail and chop it for all that it matters.”
“I’m not doing that,” Four rolled his eyes, hands reaching out to the hairbrush, “And plus, we need to properly brush it first.”
The brush combed through his hair.
“Ow.”
It combed again, albeit lighter.
“Ow.”
It slightly grazed onto the locks.
“Ow.”
Four breathed.
“Ow-“
“Just shut up or I’m making you go bald.” The smith slightly shoved the other, “You’re lucky I’m even doing this.”
“Okay, okay,” Legend bit back a bitter laugh, “Just don’t cut my wings by accident.”
“You know that’s impossible,” Four started to section off the hair, tying it in place with some elastic bands, “I’m giving you layers to add some volume onto that thinning hair of yours.”
“Hey! Are you saying I’m balding?”
The smith just grinned a very mischievous grin and chimed in confirmation.
Two broken hair brushes, a pound of dead hair, and 5 ‘oops’-es later, the veteran was left with a nice short, organized head of hair.
It was never the hair lost that would make him fear of forgetting, or perhaps it was, whether or not, one thing remained true,
It can’t fully grow without some of it being chopped off.
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The Ruined pizzaplex is steeped in death and disrepair, it’s almost to the point that when the others are finally Meteor-ed, they don’t even know if they’ll survive escaping the damn place. None of them know, it’s a death trap. I don’t even think some of them expected to live for long after they escaped
But then they do, and they’re in a completely unfamiliar world that’s saturated with life and it’s unlike anything they’ve ever been exposed to before. Fazent always carried that touch of death, yknow? They never knew any different.
But then they claw their way into the light and someone is wrapping a blanket around their shoulders and giving them a bottle of water and asking if they’re ok because they must’ve just been Changed, they look so disoriented, and they don’t know what to do.
But they have each other, they’re *alive* again. The scars will never go away, but they have each other, and they desperately hope that’s enough.
YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE-
Fsdfsdf nah though you're on the right lines with this... may I offer...
The Plex is dead. It's stagnant, forever unchanging and is left to rot like all the other bodies under the floorboards. Those that remain are rotting and hurt, discarded like broken and unwanted toys and abandoned in the ruins of what is the only world, the only home they've ever known.
... But it's not dead.
How can it be? They're still there. They're still alive.
And like a phoenix rising from the ashes, they'll realise that for themselves and start laying the kindle for their fire.
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((Current polycule members and plans for future members:
Ten
Four
Kondraki
Dr. Willaim Wondertainment
??? (Upcoming plot point)
King Bee (West Virginia Bug Committee)
Slime King
Neko thats a member of the Snapdragon Smugglers?
More!?
I toyed around on the server an idea that Four will elevate his loves to Embodiment status and together they'll replace (in Four's case return to) the pantheon. So the things I need to think of are how many pantheon seats, how many total members of the polycule, and what Embodiments would they...well..embody.))
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