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hqt72 · 6 years

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Shadowhunters Season 3a finale

I am going to speak honestly and without restrains about my opinion about Season 3a and the finale and the pending Season 3b. (Though I am just as much in the dark with the rest of you about season 3b.) DON’T READ IF YOU HAVE NOT YET SEEN THE FINALE–OR DON’T MIND SPOILERS.

I would just like the state first and foremost that I actually liked the finale. I thought it was fun, exciting, and thrilling. And though it seems that there were a lot of changes from the book I honestly don’t mind. I think that the changes will help keep the show thrilling and make for a longer journey, which is what we want if we want more seasons- which we better get. (Has anyone heard anything about a Season 4 yet?)

First change: Magnus losing his magic. Though that truly came as a surprise to me, I think it’s going to be something fun and exciting to explore. I think that it’s going to show us more of the character we have come to love, I honestly love Magnus (both book and show Magnus.) And I think throwing this kind of curve ball at him is going to be both thrilling to watch but also refreshing. Because all we know Magnus as is a hero, which isn’t a bad thing. But I think it’s going to be fun to see him need help, physically and emotionally. Emotionally because this is probably going to a hard pill to swallow for him.

Second change: Clary going with Jonathan. I think it’s pretty obvious that Clary isn’t dead. (Plus with those photos of her, Jonathan, and Jace in Paris kinda give it away.) I think it’s going to be interesting to see her in a darker light. It will nice to see the tables turned and Jace is the clear minded one searching for his girlfriend. I think it’s better this way because it would have made no sense for Magnus to give up his magic to hep Dark Jace just for him to go back to the darkness with Jonathan. I just like the fact that they changed that and I can’t wait to see Kat’s acting in 3b.

A couple things I would also like to address is the whole Jace situation. I love Jace, though I am not the biggest fan of Dom. (Though I do think that Dom is an amazing actor. And after his acting his first half of the season just adds to that fact.) I think people need to stop hating on Jace so much. I think people can dislike him all they want but that doesn’t mean you have to criticize every action he makes and every word he speaks. He was possessed by a freaking demon yet still people were claiming the actions of the demons were his own, which doesn’t make any sense. I think Jace is a character that needs love– whether it be platonic love or romance, he needs it. Jace is a strong warrior but he still is just a boy that was taken from his parents and raised by a monster. I think people just need to give him a break.

Malec: I honestly don’t think there is much else to say. They were flawless these episodes and I can’t wait to see what arises for them in season 3b. I think powerless Magnus is going to be going through a lot and I just love the fact that he will have Alec by his side the whole time. And, just like Clary, I think it’s pretty obvious that he isn’t dead.

Sizzy: And though I know Simon and Maia are a thing I couldn’t help but want more and more of Sizzy. I loved them in the novels and to know that we will be getting their friendship and pending relationship is just making me more excited. Can I also say those moments between Simon and his family broke my heart. I am so happy that he can keep his relationship with his sister but I feel terrible about his mother.

Also one more thing, Luke Baines hasn’t even been on our tv screens as Jonathan yet people are already calling him out and sending hate to him. Can y'all just chill out? This poor kid is just trying to play a character and you haven't even given him the chance to. Give it a break. Stop hating on him. I think he is going to be an amazing Jonathan. I think y'all should see him in action before you start jumping to conclusions and notions about him.

Thank you..

#shadowhunters #season3a #malec #Jace Herondale #clary morgenstern #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #izzy lightwood #Luke Garroway #Simon Lewis

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poetryarewe-blog · 6 years

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Episode 1 - Season 1 - META WARS

Hello, and welcome to Meta Wars. This terribly written and horribly campy episodic novel focuses on the users of a small portion of the internet. Do you like meta? Well, you should probably stop reading and go do something productive... you still here? Good! Well, let’s get into it, then. I do feel sorry for you because you’ll begin to experience the once in a lifetime literature that you’ll hopefully put down and put away very shortly.

I didn’t bother formatting it from my Reddit posts because I’m a lazy bastard and hopefully- just maybe, you’ll forgive that. I’m warning you that this is an episodic novel written like an ode and is intended to be represented as a television show. I’ll let that sink in for a moment... Yeah, I know.

Okay, enjoy and thank you. Please keep all hands and feet inside the viewfinder at all times. Any person will be lost at some point and will be discarded at the end of the ride. Have a nice day.

(This “FanFic of Fans” is from an entirely seperate show that currently exists and you should go watch that.)

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#EPISODE 1 - Where Do We Begin / It's Starco! / The Visit

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*Where do we begin? Like an Ode we'll start with a long monologue from the author stating that he can't quite understand things. That he needs some plea for divine intervention to come down and grace the page, but we won't do that today.

Today we'll do something much more simple. Something that all can understand in the moments of these principles.

I'm going to tell you that someday these words will fall to no one and will be forgotten in time. This is fine. It's all meant to be. The love I've shown for a nice show, the posters that behold what's seen, the people that have come and gone from me. I've witnessed somethings and somethings I shouldn't have, but through the liars, and thieves, and grieving, bickering and trolling... A new world formed and in my mind it's as real as you can believe. A world where timelines clash and pocket dimensions shatter and weave what is read. Someday I hope it to be true for you all the same. Thank you. I love everything you've done for me.*

[What a miserable day](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0XEYrJkn0A), as I recollect, but you're not meant to know that. Hell, I'm not even meant to know that. This land, after all, is as mysterious as it is unforgiving. After so many years of debating and integrating, I don't remember much.

"Jarco?" He pronounced in his Slavic accent. "It had been taken! Most of the Jarco kin were wiped clean by the storm or escaped and took refuge in the Tomar Kingdom... Rumors say that some Jarco refugees began to flood the gates of the City of Neutrality." His face went grave. "Some willingly lent themselves to the terrifying Starco." This man of legend, a leader among his infantry had been lead down a dark and convoluted path but now commanded his own army. Some feared, some taunted, but despite an indescribable reputation, most knew his name: Terepin.

The wooden room of the ship was muggy and the mood of the captain's room embodied this embattled setting.

At this point, his men were weak, tired, weary; most were hired from Terepin's own pocket, but his care for treasure was always a novelty. There was nothing worth more than vengeance. His mind was always wandering back to revenge- since a slew of downvotes laid waste to his wife, downvotes that a wandering Starco fleet had unjustly handed, as is the story of many posters.

"You do realize we're running out of time, Tere. It isn't on our side." The room fell silent as Kuriyan spoke. His men could tell you of Terepin's anger, but so could KuriyanBBQ. He said it with integrity.

Terepin grit his teeth in response, "Time is on no one's side."

His hired propagandists, Kuriyan stood next to the tacticians' map that laid before him. The large vessel swayed side to side, as Kuriyan attempted to keep from wobbling. Some of Terepin's other subordinates surrounded their boss.

"Starco is so... so strong at this point, with all the headcanon lying around as fodder." He looked down at the map that lay before him. "Five generals. CardButton, here on the peninsula. iLoppio at the foot of Mt. Retcon. Dark_Magus is patrolling between the Bloodmoon Sea and the great Starconian Islands. The dreaded Spoderman holds training for the novices at the Grand Device Estates. And FrostyJam is cultivating minds in the Great Library of Archives."

"Sir, the emperor." RedLkas, a mercenary, expressed slowly.

"You'd think I'd forgotten about the most dangerous man in the MetaScape? Unlikely. He's spreading the Empire too thin, attempting to keep watchful tabs on the Tomar kingdom now that they've gone canon." He laughed a small bit, but his smile fell flat. "He knows that his time is short. The sand moves slowly, but once the final grain stands, it falls like the rest."

"...Dramatic, sir." The mercenary chimed back while Terepin leaned over the table that lay in the middle of the room. His head shot to the side to look at the official that spoke to him.

"You bet your sweet ass. Now," He looked back at the map, "for the true matter, The Grand Estates. This must be the first phase of an attack on the Empire. Take this back and we take their western front."

"About the Grand Device Estates...my children," Kuriyan interjected nervously

"Yes, I know. When the time comes I'll see to it that your kids are found."

"You better stick to your end of the-"

Terepin slammed his hands down on the table. With enough force to crush the small figurines that were below. He proceeded calmly.

"Yes. Kuriyan. Yes, it is your rightful land. Nigh, it is your rightful empire, Starco. It is not your fault that it was stolen out from under you by the tyrant, but please have faith in me and my army."

The room of all Terepin's cohorts stood silent. Terepin looked at the door, agitated and exhausted.

"I need to see the Oracles."

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[It](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hb8aaoGUrw) was the eve of the shipping war, a war that had never truly ended but at the same time typically finished before it was over; this time was different.

Three weary souls gathered around a table with a map and several figures lane scattered. Terepin, Poetry, and Meep were all sweating profusely as they knew time was near... also because the room was hot. Three men inside a small room, inside the cove of a cave can get pretty stuffy.

"Sir, Starco has refurbished four more Jarco ships that lay waste from 'The Happening.'" Poetry warned Commander Terepin.

"Right, we must send troops to aid the Jantom supporters. Starco must not know it was us that gave them the weapons."

Poetry looked at the strategic table and then at Meep. "Meep. What's your advice? Is it too early?"

Meep had his feet on the table and leaned back in his chair- staring at the ceiling. He lowered his feet and fell with the chair, falling harshly- looking harshly at both his allies. He quickly grabs his knife that swayed from his pocket and stuck it in the middle of the map.

"Post. Here. An attack, not just on Starco, but the whole of The Metascape! With haste."

"Meep, you just stuck the knife in the island. Is he crazy?" Poetry looked quickly at Terepin. Terepin shrugged, as if requesting to be left out of the debate. "You're crazy. Do you know what that kind of retaliation that would bring? Tere!" Poetry held his ground against the eager Meep.

Terepin began to chuckle, the chuckle turned into a laugh, and the laugh turned into a gale of large bellows.

Poetry looked on, defeated. He knew that Meep had been there longer and even if his position *was* technically superior to Meep's, deep down, he knew. Terepin, being an Imperator, would trust Meep's word over his own.

"Pure insanity. The shields haven't gone down for over a hundred years." Poetry whispered.

Terepin settled down and gave his rebuttal.

"You do know what this will mean for us, right? Once we begin this onslaught we can not go back. Ever." He looked serious and serious meant something entirely different to Terepin, since the previous shipping war took his... well, you know.

Insanity was the least of his concern.

Meep got to his feet. "What post? What post?" He passed back and forth, his decorative prayer beads clanging against his scimitar-like chimes in the wind. "It should be a collaborative effort. A manifesto for the entire Marclipsian elite to adhere. Is there any way to get a runner to deliver a warning to Zero in time?"

Poetry huffed but knew it was the only way. To take a gamble, to go out to see and hope for the shields of the island to drop at that time. It would make Marclipsa canon if the island so happened to accept it.

"Terepin. What think you? Is Subzero ready to begin phase one?"

"I think this is the only way-- the only way we must forfeit ourselves to the truth. We must do it alone. Do not rely on that shinobi. We rely on nobody but our own. We rely on the force of The Spade."

"You don't think it is too dangerous? Once this happens we must keep our fleet in constant rotation. Every Ship from here to Statera will be crawling all over us." Poetry was a coward at times, but his attendance was necessary for the survival of the fleet. Especially since the destruction of the entirety of the Jarco armada lost souls to the maritime skirmish with Starco. The storm of Season3A truly favored the majority that day.

Meep threw something Poetry's way. It was a blackpowder pistol.

"Here, you'll need this. Protect your assigned platoon."

"I always do."

Terepin looked both his generals up and down. "So, it's decided, then. By dawn we--"

Suddenly a crash came through the now-open door.

It was RandomInternetGuy, bleeding from his arm. Gravely wounded.

"TEREPIN! I'm sorry, I tried to get here before—" He yelled into the room, he began passing out, "It's Starco! and--"

He fell to the ground. He slid down the side of the wall, his account injured nearly beyond repair.

"Poetry, tend to his wounds!" Terepin ran quickly to Guy and listens closely. "AND WHAT!?"

"and--" Guy could barely get out his words, "and the Studo clan." He said softly to his Leader.

"Boba." He whispered.

"Looks like old rivalries never die." Meep proclaimed as he begins sharpening his saber. "Let's fucking do this."

The Marclipsa troops headed out of their enclave hidden inside a large opening similar to a grotto. A dank, obscure place they called home for the last four years.

As the four generals exited the clashing of swords could be heard echoing through the mouth of the cave. Poetry, still carrying Guy, laid him at the foot of the cave to investigate the scene with the other two.

"No." Poetry said quietly as he looked on.

"Damn it! I really liked this place too!" Meep conceited.

A large cavalry unit was tearing through the flanks of the Marclipsa ground troops that were unprepared and mostly unarmed.

"Let's go. We'd need to get to our weapon cache and start supplying the troops with everything we've got!" Terepin ordered. "Meep, begin to focus on the Studo fighters. They are the lesser trained ones!"

"Right!" Meep and Poetry both agreed.

Poetry yelled to some troops on the side protecting the caravan of civilians. "AtlantaisatlantaBWRD, semper-S3XY have all children, and workers safe; begin to arm those able-users with whatever weapons you can find!"

Meep whistled. A black horse at the stables tore apart his reigns from the post and started galloping quickly towards the barbaric black-attired hero. As quickly as he was standing, he swung on the horse in one gallant move.

He unsheathed his saber. Meanwhile, Poetry began to position the cannons and mortars in varying strategic positions. With the help of his allies he rolled many of the artillery to their proper position.

He looked across the open battle to see Terepin on his own horse making his way around the back of the opposing army. "What is he doing?"

He rode quickly, quicker then he had ever galloped. Towards the devastating general that he knew was behind all of this. "Spoder, I'm coming for you." No man could stop him, and atop the closest knoll to the east, in a perfect position for strategic placement perched the one, the oftentimes mad General De Equis of F. Hawk, and besides him was none other than the great betrayer, PoisonousBoba. Her trinkets and heirlooms hung off her horse, almost as to contrast the astute and dapper looking Spoder.

Terepin yelled out once more "I'M COMING FOR YOU!"

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The Mountain had frozen the breath on his beard. It had made his feet nearly numb even with all the layers he was gartered with. He had no longer any material for fire and the materials he had left in his backpack had no use for warmth.

"Two more kilometers. Just two more." He thought. The idea of the monastery's warm embrace taunted. *Like a glass of water in the desert so far out of reach. Or even having access to ten thousand spoons and all I needed was a knife*.

His feet led him up the path, and his joy was beyond himself when he felt the first step, the first chiseled step of the monastery. Overjoyed was an understatement. His trek took him long 4 days and 5 nights, but it was finally over. He knocked, kneeling at the giant iron double doors.

**BLACKNESS**

"He came alone?" One monk said in a hush. "Why would you come alone, good sir?"

"He had to come alone, Rainpelt, he's here for The Oracles. You know the rules."

Terepin was coming to while being dragged by these anchorites into the heart of the foyer. They let him down on the bench next to the blistering fire.

Terepin recognized the voices of both disciples. One, by the name of Rainpelt, was the scribe and librarian of this great monastery. The other was the youngest learning of the hiatus- RK- who had helped Terepin in the past with much more than just his visits.

RK ripped off the bandana that was shielding Terepin's mouth- revealing a frostbitten beard.

"Now what is so urgent that you need to visit The Oracles at the beginning of the snow season, Terepin? You know this isn't such a time."

"Time?" Terepin quietly said back, coughing. "Time is always what we have while we remain here."

Rainpelt sighed and began to walk away. Knowing good and well that their visitor was fine. "I'll fetch the tea."

"Alright then at least you have to sense to give me the password; now how about the tribute, sir," RK said facetiously. "You must have brought a decent historical piece if you've had these visits so close tog--" Terepin interrupts RK.

"Theory Number 8: CardButton's Removed Post." RK's eye's lit up as much as the glowing thread that remained in Terepin's hand. The post floated, controlled just off of his palm.

RK held his hand gently next to Tere's and the thread jumped to the monk's hand. He grasped it slowly and the post remained in RK's possession.

"This will need to be studied immediately. Malthus and A_Penguin will want to see you."

["Well. Isn't that a surprise?" Terepin said to himself.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi7KDOAj4Xo)

#Episodic #Episode #Meta #Wars #MetaWars #Satire #Dramady #Satirical #immature #campy #Internet #novel

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