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Thus Always to Tyrants
Chapter 2: Secrecy and Shadows
Gem is the commander of the Wintertide royal army, Grian is the leader of a resistance hell bent on taking the crown down no matter the cost. It was only natural that they would become enemies.
Chapter 1 -> next
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CW: Alcohol consumption
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Pov: Grian
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âHead back to the hideout and wait for me there, Scar.â Grian addressed his companion. âIâll meet you there later tonight to update you on the situation as soon as the meeting comes to an end and weâll proceed from there.â
âSo bossy,â Scar said, and Grian could hear the pout on his lips without having to look at him. Regardless of his (most likely dramatized) complaining, however, he did indeed leap from the roof to do as he was told, fading away into the shadows of the setting sun.
Grian waited a moment before dropping back down into the alley he and Gem had fought in, his cloak billowing up around him on the way down. It still smelt of smoke in the small space, though most of the visual remnants had cleared out by now. He pulled his hood back up over his head, hiding away his feathers and obscuring his features as best as the thick fabric could.Â
There was at least a quarter hour of sunlight left in the sky, so that meant he had just as much time to burn before he was meant to meet with his someone who could make or break his plan. And he knew exactly how he was going to spend it.
He reentered the festival area, the overwhelming noise and smell bearing down on him in an instant. Grease, spices, perfumes, body odor, and more all punctuated by the ear ringing sound of laughter, bartering, and arguing. He could not claim to be a fan of any of it, nor could he claim to want to be here on this day, but, well, scheduling just works out in ways one does not like sometimes, and as a result he had no choice but to be out and about on a horrid day like this.
He made his way through the tightly packed crowd, moving fluidly between the warm bodies that stood between him and his objective. Grian was the average size and build of an avian of his kind, but he was smaller than the average person of any other race, so it was easy for him to maneuver his way through just about any obstacle, including the living ones.
He slid effortlessly into the shadows with his back against the backside of some kind of tent, likely a changing or storage area for performers. He peaked around the bend and spotted the Commander and her entourage immediately. They were alert and uneasy where they stood close to the stage. They monitored the area with careful eyes, ready for anything, for anyone. But he wasnât just anyone. He had long ago learned to stay silent and hidden when he did not want to be found. His ears perked up at the sound of the Commander's voice.
âPatience, Scott. This is delicate information; I canât risk letting it slip to the wrong person. We must wait for the arrival of his majesty before I am to utter a single word more on the subject.â She whispered, Grianâs ears just barely picking up on the quiet words.
âBut if it is as grave as you appear to believe it is, I worry that we donât have the time for you to wait for him to be present.â The blue haired man whispered back, though his pitch was louder than Gemâs, making him incredibly easy to hear in comparison. He did have a point, as well. If Grianâs plan really was going to take place sooner rather than later, she should be acting now. What was her reasoning behind being so secretive about it?
âNo, Grian isnât like that,â She interjected. Oh? âHe wouldnât tell me about a big grand plan and then immediately act upon it so soon after the fact. He knows I would be on high alert after something like that, so he will wait even if it means he gives us a chance to prepare, because the longer he waits the more likely we are to let our guard down.Â
âNot to mention, weâve not a single clue what we are even preparing for, and he knows that. If we rush in head on, even if he were to act right now, we would have no idea what we are getting ourselves into. No, If I had to guess, whatever it is he has planned will not take place until the Kingâs speech or even later after it. And that is assuming it has anything to do with the festival at all, which I am beginning to doubt. We have time, and we are going to use it to clear our heads of the initial panic and wait for the King.â
Grian let himself smirk at the assessment, impressed. She was right of course, just as she usually was. He wasnât planning on doing anything just yet, and what he did have in mind for today was something she wouldnât suspect regardless, nor was it something she could stop unless she knew where to look. He knew without a doubt in his mind, as well, that she didnât know where to look.
âYou know that I am not one to doubt your mind, but are you sure about this? We all know what he is capable of. Should we be taking the chance?â The taller man with the nubby horns asked in a nervous manner.Â
Do you truly know what I am capable of? Grian wondered to himself, already knowing the answer.
Gem put her hand on the older manâs shoulder and said with sincerity âTrust me, old friend. I would not do anything I thought would put us, or anyone else here, in danger.â
This seemed to quell at least some of the manâs unease, because they fell into silence shortly thereafter.Â
Grian knew that Gem was still anxious herself despite the confident front she put on in front of her group of knights; the way she shifted from foot to foot and glanced around while twirling a stray strand of hair hanging in her face was a dead giveaway of this. Not many would notice these nervous habits unless they were looking for them. In fact, he knew it was likely that she made attempts to hide these shows of weakness to those around her, and she hid them well enough. It was simply that Grian had spent far too much time observing her, and anyone else who might be a threat, to not notice them easily.
She was nervous, but she was good at playing brave and making sure everyone else's nerves were calmed; a skill that any good leader should possess. The crown really was lucky to have her on their side, Grian thought with a note of bitterness.
Speak of the devil and he shall arrive, here comes the king now.
The crowd, previously an eclectic buzz of ear grating noises combined into one, quickly turned to unanimous cheers and murmurs of excitement, though if he focused hard enough, he could also hear some poorly concealed comments of contempt from some festival goers that made him snicker to himself. The crowd turned almost as one, and Grian followed their gaze over to none other than King Ren himself.Â
The thicket of people in the square parted to make way for the large, white horse which he rode upon. The stead was draped in riches almost as grand as his own attire, looking every bit the royal transportation that it was. Grian had to hold himself back from sneering at the way he held himself, back as straight as a board and head upturned so he was able to look down his nose at the common folk.Â
His jewel encrusted crown sparkled in the quickly fading sun, scattering fragments of colourful light in every direction. His red, fur embroidered cloak looked far too warm, even for the chilly weather. His many rings looked expensive enough to feed a family for months with the coin you could get off of selling it. Even his stiff, well-tailored clothes looked more expensive than a vast majority of the exported goods sold in the clothing area of the festival. Overall, he looked just as pompous and over dressed as he always did.
At his side, holding onto the reins of the horse from down below, walked the Kingâs royal advisor and personal guard, Martyn. The man stood tall, his clothes just as uselessly expensive looking, but less stiff to allow him easy movement and covered by a layer of grey armour to protect his delicate weak spots. The strip of green fabric that was tied around his forehead looked more a hindrance than a help, doing little to keep his hair out of his face and only providing a way for sweat to gather and sit stagnant on his skin.
Gross, questionable fashion choice, but who was he to judge.
With the appearance of the two important men, Grian distanced himself from the stage and took to the roof tops beyond the stands and tents. He huffed as his talons made contact with the tiles and his knees bent back to steady him. He was not out of view by any means, but who would think to look to the roof at a time like this? They were all too drunk or occupied with preparing for the feast to care if they saw him anyway.
He watched the Commander march over to the King the second he dismounted from his horse and speak to him, her hands animated as she seemingly explained to him that they needed to talk. He waved her off at first, which Grian could see made her angry by the way her body became tense. Then his advisor put his hand on his shoulder and whispered something into his ear. King Ren nodded and then motioned for Gem to follow him.
Grian jumped from one roof to the next as he followed Gem and The King to an area of the festival that was less occupied, his movements light and airy, but also quick and precise. Eventually they reached an unoccupied area behind the stands similar to the one Grian was hiding behind not long ago. The soldiers formed a semi-circle around them as they came to a stop, keeping an eye out and making sure no one got close enough to listen in on the conversation the two of them were about to have. They were very great at their job.
He settled into a crouch on one of the roofs near them, his talons curling under to grip onto the rafter in order to stop himself from falling. He had positioned himself close enough to hear most of what was said, but hopefully not close enough to be seen or heard himself.
â... warning, you say?â Ren asked, carelessly loud as Grian focused in on the conversation.Â
âYes, your highnessâ Gem confirmed with a nod of her head.
âThat hardly makes any sense, Commander. What reason would he have to warn his enemies that he has a plan against them?â The King asked in a condescending tone that left Grian sneering at the sheer indignity of it.
âYour highness, I mean you no disrespect when I say it would be unwise of us to underestimate Grian. Odd as it may be that heâs come to us with a warning, it would do us well to take him seriously. We have no way of knowing the power and numbers he has, nor what it is that he is planning.â Gem said, her tone firmer.
âOr if he is planning anything at all.â Ren said. Grian could not see her face, but he could tell the Commanderâs eyebrow twitched, a facial que that she was pissed. She took a measured breath before responding.
âIt would be wise to be on guard regardless.â She said, tone even and steady, masking her anger fairly well. King Ren opened his mouth to argue, but then his advisor settled his hand on his shoulder yet again and he raised a jewel encrusted hand up to his chin, scratching at his beard. Everyone waited with bated breath for him to say something, anything. Gemâs shoulders were tense.
âI trust you, Commander,â He finally said, âIf it would bring you peace, tell the soldiers to keep their eyes open and increase the security in the streets. Do you believe he will try anything tonight?â
Grian perked up in delight. An increase of soldiers in the streets was not a good thing by any means, but it still meant a decrease in soldiers within the castle. That could work in their favour. What a pleasant outcome to his risky warning. He knew it was worth it.
âNo, your highness,â Gem said, âIt is unlikely he will make his move tonight, but I still believe it would be for the best if we tighten security, especially around the feast.â
âHave it be done than. If that is all, I believe I have a speech to make, do I not? Youâve kept me from it long enough.â Ren said.Â
Gem and her right-hand men bowed to the King, and with that he took his leave, the soldiers that had been guarding the area following after him. Gem and her men stayed behind for a moment, anger clearly stewing. She punched the stone wall behind her with a noise of frustration before bringing her hand up to rub the spot between her brows. Impulse tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off and took the lead back towards the city square.
Grian knew he should be going. He was most definitely late for the meeting at this point, but surely it could not hurt to listen in just a little bit more. Who knows what he was likely to hear. He unhooked his talons and took off across the rooftops once more.
As he grew closer to the center once more, where the stage had shrunk in size and been surrounded with rows upon rows of tables that were overflowing with delicious foods, he jumped from the roof and onto one of the unattended, canopy covered alcohol stands. He sank into the surface, causing it to cave in the slightest amount. He pulled his talons into his core to avoid tearing the fabric apart and rolled towards the edge until he was on his belly overlooking the feast.
He had perfectly positioned himself on the stand next to the royal dining table, where everyone important or related to the king was sat eating the plethora of food. There were large kegs of alcohol atop the tables, rendering the stand he lay upon useless, so it was unlikely for anyone to approach it and find him.Â
He watched as Ren made his way up onto the small stage, Martyn ever by his side. He began to talk, voice loud and domineering over the crowd as laterns all around them began to light up the growing darkness. Grian tuned the entirety of speech out, uncaring of whatever prattle was going to come out of his mouth. He knew he would gain nothing of value from it. His speeches were all the same, empty promises of safety full of nauseating amounts of self flattery.Â
His attention sharpened as Ren raised a golden goblet of wine up into the air, âTo another year of prosperity!â He declared.
Grian covered his sensitive ears as the cheers of the crowd grew far too loud for him to bear. He watched as the King made his way over to his designated table, marked by the grand, gold lined red tablecloth that covered the surface. He uncovered his ears when the noise softened to an acceptable, but still aggravating, level as everyone began to feast.
The King sat at one end of the long table, Martyn sitting to his left with cautious eyes. Gem sat at the other end, Scott and Impulse on either side of her; they were who Grian had positioned himself near. Scott, the one with the blue hair, looked peeved. He leaned in towards an equally as angry appearing Gem, his elbows on the table as he spoke to her. Grian closed his eyes and focused his sensitive ears to hear them among all of the noise.
âI just do not understand his unwillingness to listen,â Scott said in a tone just above a whisper. âHe knows better than anyone where your skills lie. It would do him well to trust in your word and instinct when facing something unknown like this threat.â
âHe meant me no disrespect,â Gem said, though her tone said she believed otherwise. âThis is out of the usual for Grian. He may even be right, who is to say it is not just a trick he is playing on us all?âÂ
âBut to dismiss it so easily-.â
âThatâs enough, weâll talk more after-.â Gem interrupted and the cut herself off, her eyes turning towards the roof tops.
Grian ducked out of view, though he doubted she would have seen him from where he was regardless. It was too risky to keep listening in when she was in some way aware of his presence, so he took that as a sign that it was best he be on his way.Â
He looked around him and found that the sun had fully set at this point. The moon and stars were both high in the sky, meaning it was well beyond time for him to go. He rolled towards the edge of the canopy and slipped off with one easy motion, hitting the ground with a near silent clink of his talons. He kept hidden behind the booths until he rejoined the crowd outside of the town square. The flickering fire from the lanterns cast dancing shadows across the walls and the ground, creating a kaleidoscope along what was visible of the stone floor.
He reached the tavern in a timely manner and pushed the wooden door open. This place was usually more busy, but with the festival in full swing most would prefer to get their alcoholic fix in the streets where they could enjoy the festivities at the same time. Because of this, the spacious tavern was mostly empty, save for a few regular drunkards and people who had stumbled in to avoid the noise of the outside world.
It was dark inside, the few, scattered lamps that were lit around the space providing very little actual light. It was also filthy, with trash, food scraps, and sticky puddles of ale littering the floors and tables. There was a man slumped over one of the tables near the entrance, his hand still loosely holding onto an empty mug. He swore he spotted another man underneath a table near the back, but he chose to ignore it.
Grian made his way over to the bar, where the tender was stood rubbing the lip of a mug with a filthy towel as he eyed Grian with suspicion and murderous intent.Â
âI thought I told yous to stop coming here after the last time,â The man said, setting the mug on the counter with enough aggression that it rattled the racks of cups behind him. âYous is trouble, too much trouble.â
âIâm here to meet a friend,â Grian said with a smile, undeterred by the aggravation directed his way. The man did have a right to want him gone, after all. Last time heâd been inside of this establishment heâd started a bar fight that ended with Gem showing up and the two of them fighting. The damage done to the interior had been spectacular. âI donât suppose youâve seen him around? About my height, maybe a little taller. Brown hair, green streak in the front. Perhaps he had gills and earfins?âÂ
âI have the right mind to call the guards in here right now, you know. Lotta nerve youâve got showing up here to conduct your shady business.â The man said, crossing his arms.
âWe both know you wonât, though.â He said, his grin turning into more of a smirk, âSo, have you seen him?â
The bartender grunted, a sour expression on his face, before he pointed to the far corner of the bar, where a hooded figure sat at a large, round table all by himself. Grian gave the bartender a slight bow before heading over to where his potential ally was sat.Â
The hooded man looked up as Grian approached, his green eyes reflecting the flickering orange light of the lantern that hung from the ceiling. He was nursing a mug of ale that Grian knew from experience tasted like warm piss on a good day, and based on his twisted expression as he took a sip, today was not a good day. Well, people didnât come here for the taste of the ale anyway.
Grian pulled one of the chairs away from the table and spun it around so he could sit with his legs spread and his arms resting over the back. He was rewarded with an unimpressed look, for more reasons than one.
âAbout time you showed up. Iâve been waiting a bloody quarter hour.â Joel scolded, his sharp teeth on display.
âSorry, Joel, I got a little caught up on the way here.â He said, choosing to leave out the part where he had been spying on Gem and her people.
âSh! Keep your voice down, would you? Might as well just run into the streets and announce that Iâm here while you're at it!â Joel whispered harshly, leaning forward with paranoid eyes. Grian rolled his own black eyes at the exclamation.
âJoel is a very common name, and you arenât the only one with it. I can guarantee you that no one knows who you are. Even the hood is unnecessary.â Grian retorted, leaning forward to flick the hairline of the hood. Joel leaned back, glaring.
âYouâre wearing a hood as well, you know.â Joel protested.
âBecause unlike you, I am well known in this area, and I would be recognized.â Grian replied with a tilt of his head. He felt like that was obvious.
âWhatever,â He said, taking a swig of the drink in his hands as his eyes scanned the tavern, âLetâs get down to business before this place falls apart on top of us.â
âOh, come now, itâs not that bad.â Grian said, waving his hand. He reached over and snatched the ale from Joelâs hands and took several hardy gulps. He licked his lips and slammed the mug down onto the table, âThat being said, the owner very much would like to see me buried six feet under, so perhaps it is best we get this over and done with as soon as possible.â
Joel looked perturbed by the assertion and the theft of his drink but said nothing of either.
âSo, tell me, what choice have you come to in regard to the plan?â Grian asked.
"She has agreed to the plan, and Iâve been officially assigned to take care of preparations for you. I will personally be coordinating everything over the course of the next few weeks. It should all be in place just in time for the New Moon, just as you asked.â Joel said, posture straightening as he spoke.
âExcellent news!â Grian said, taking another drink of the alcohol and wiping the foam off of his lips with his shoulder, âI will arrange for a place for each group to camp out until the night we make our move.â
âI was just going to ask about that. I have already taken the liberty of renting out one of the vacant shops in the market district under a fake name. I already have a group here who accompanied me on my journey, so I will have them base there, but the shop is not nearly big enough to occupy the number of people you have requested.â Joel said. He eyed the mug Grian had stolen from him, and Grian slid it back over to him. Joel frowned when he saw how much Grian had drunken from it, squinting at him over the lip of the mug as he took a drink himself.
âLeave all further housing to me, I will take care of it.â Grian said. He briefly wondered if he should order his own ale but decided against it. He didnât need to give the bartender more reasons to be angry with him.
âYou can expect the second group of men and women to arrive by the end of next week. They will be disguising themselves as the family of my men already here, so be on the lookout for merchants selling glass.â Joel said.
âGive them word that they should head to Big Bakeries once theyâre inside of the Capital and ask for the secret recipe. He will send them my way and Iâll get them settled.â He said, reaching over for the mug. Joel let him take it, and he deflated in disappointment when he found it empty.
âIâll be sure to pass along the message,â Joel said before slapping his hands on the tabletop and pushing himself up into a standing position, âYou made me wait too long, so Iâve got to be on my way. Iâm on a tight schedule if you want things moving smoothly. Is there anything else you need from me?â
âI think weâre done here unless you need something from me,â Grian said, moving to stand as well when Joel shook his head ânoâ. He kicked the leg of the chair to spin it around to its proper placement and pushed it in, âItâs been both a pleasure and an honour doing business with you, I look forward to our future interactions.â
âYou know how to get into contact with me if you need to,â Joel said, fixing his hood so that it properly hid his face.
âAnd you, me. If the usual avenue doesnât work for whatever reason, you may also find me through the same method as your men, or you may also reach me through the inventors on Tinker Avenue. All you have to do is tell them you are there to watch when they ask what you need.â Grian said.
âGods, I forgot it was your reach that tipped us off to your existence. Itâs disturbing how many connections you have within the city. It makes one wonder what you need our help for at all.â Joel said, eyeing him.
âWe are many, but there are hardly enough of us to lay siege to an entire castle all on our own. Your assistance is as greatly needed as it is appreciated.â Grian said. Joel nodded in understanding and then rounded the table to stand near him. He held out his hand and Grian reached out his own to shake it, careful to not scratch the man with his sharp nails.
âI was here much longer, so it only makes sense that I will be the one to head out first,â Joel said. Grian nodded and let go of the manâs hand, watching as his ally departed from the tavern.Â
He waited what he hoped was an appropriate amount of time to avoid appearing like he was following Joel out before pulling a bag of coins from his belt and tossing them towards the bartender. He caught it with a nasty look and tucked the bag away under the counter. He pointed towards the door and Grian rolled his eyes as he saw his way out before he could be thrown out.
As he entered the night air, he shivered a bit. Though it was only fall right now, it was already growing colder by the day. Winter would be upon them in no time. He would have to remember to inform everyone that they should wear warm underclothes once the fated night arrived.
The festival was still well in effect at this point, the jovial sounds reaching his ears and the smell of the food making his stomach rumble. He hoped their joy would last after his plan was enacted. He was doing it for them, even if they didnât know it. While he had faith that everything would go well, especially with the news that their sister kingdom, Coral Crest, was on their side, there was always the ever-looming threat that things would go wrong.
In any case, he needed to get home to tell Scar the good news and give him a new task. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he exited the town, the noise finally dissipating to a low murmur before disappearing entirely and being replaced by the near silent sounds of crickets and wind ruffled leaves. He hurried through the trees to the location of his and Scarâs main hideout, one only they and Mumbo knew about, and looked around to ensure he wasnât followed. Not that it really mattered. This place was completely guarded by magic, but one could never be too safe when you lived the life Grian did.
Once he was sure he was alone, he entered the cave hidden among the boulders and trees, and carried on further until he reached a split in the long tunnel. He came to several of these twists and turns until he finally reached the cavern he had been calling home for many years now. It was small, the interior only about the size of the average house, illuminated naturally by amethyst and some species of moss that grew along the ceiling and ground. There was a hammock in the corner for him to sleep in, a few chests scattered around the area, and a table that held a pitcher of water and piles of papers, both used and unused, in the center of the room. The left wall was entirely covered in papers with his messy handwriting on them, along with diagrams of the castle; all of his planning throughout the years.
Few people knew that this place existed. It was safer that way.
âScar.â He said, his words echoing in the dark. He let out an exacerbated sigh when he received no response. He raised his voice, âScar!âÂ
âSo impatient,â A voice said directly beside him. He didnât so much as flinch, having had years to develop an immunity to the Scarâs bullshit and antics, âGive me a chance to respond!â
âCoral Crest has agreed to help us during the new moon.â Grian got right to the point. âTheyâll be sending groups of soldiers to us over the next few weeks until then, so weâll have to be ready for their arrival. Can you safeguard a few houses?â
âAnything for you, my delightful birdie friend.â Scar said. A meow reached Grianâs ears and he looked down to find Scarâs familiar rubbing against his leg. She looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes and he reached down, gingerly taking her into his arms before standing again.
âAnd while youâre at it, do me a favour and safeguard the glass shop over in the shopping district as soon as you can. There are a few Coral Crest allies stationed there already, and we wouldnât want something happening to them.â Grian tacked on, scratching Jellie under the chin with the tip of his talon, as gentle and careful as could be though he knew he could not hurt her. She purred in his hold.
âConsider it done.â Scar said, and then continued with a satisfied grin, âThe pieces are falling into place just as we hoped they would, arenât they?â
âWeâve prepared for this day for nearly a decade. There is hardly any room for anything to go wrong.â Grian stated matter-of-factly, settling Jellie down on the ground.
âLet us hope that things keep going our way then.â Scar said before he and Jellie disappeared just as suddenly as they had showed up, no doubt getting right to work with the things Grian had tasked Scar with. Scar may be a bit on the carefree and goofy side from time to time, but he was also quick and efficient, especially with Jellie by his side. It would be taken care of by morning, Grian was sure of it.
All he had left to do until Joel arrived with more of his men in the coming week was go over the ground plans with his engineers, but that could wait. He pulled his cloak off of himself and discarded it on the chair by the table before heading over to the swinging hammock that hung from the lower parts of the ceiling. He climbed into it with practiced ease, folding an arm behind his head and settling the other on his stomach with his feet hanging over the edge. For now, he would sleep and await the new day.Â
He smiled a true, sincere grin up at the stone ceiling. Soon it would all be over, and this living nightmare would finally, at last, come to an end. Scar was right, everything truly was falling right into place for him.
Gem froze mid-sentence and turned her head at an unnatural speed towards one of the alcohol booths off to the side of the table. Her mouth snapped shut and her brows furrowed, lips twisting into a confused and foul expression.
âWhat is it, Gem?â Impulse asked, leaning back in his chair to look in the direction she was.
She hesitated for a second, eyes trained on the darkness. There was nothing there that either she or the boys could see, but still she couldnât shake the feeling there was something, no someone, there. She, against her better judgement, turned her attention back towards her meal. She couldnât let that encounter with Grian drive her mad with paranoia this early on. She had to be on her A-game, and that included not jumping at the shadows.
âIt was nothing,â She said, ignoring the growing pit of unease that had yet to leave her. She only hoped that her words held true.
#GG rivals au#GG main fic#grian#geminitay#joel smallishbeans#goodtimeswithscar#hermitcraft#life series#Danny's fics#fic: Thus Always to Tyrants#Point of View: Grian#cw: alcohol#very sorry for the wait everyone!#thank you for your patience!#let me know if this needs any more content warnings and I will update it in a heartbeat
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#max verstappen#autumn posts#very very quick gifs before my next meeting!!!#sorry I have been away!! I'm an event planner and the last few days have been so busy đ”âđ«#I cannot wait for the weekend to catch up!!!!!#hope everyone is well!!! đsending everyone lots of good energy for a hopefully lovely Thursday!! đđïžđ#brb soon!!!!
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So after the spoilers for Chap 257 dropped, I saw some tweets clarifying the meaning of the Kanji Sukuna used in the chapter when referring to his mother, and the overall reveals in the chapter got me thinking.
Iâm making this post as a way of gathering my thoughts, personal speculations and where I think all of this connects to Sukunaâs character and the information Gege has given us over the years. Nothing I say is by any means new information, but like I said, Iâm just collecting my thoughts here. By the way, just a warning, this post contains SPOILERS for the JJK Manga! If you donât like that, please donât read this!
Something Iâve noticed is that the theme of âHungerâ and symbolism of âCooking/Foodâ is heavily referenced with Sukuna throughout the Manga. Gege in a previous Fanbook has disclosed Sukunaâs favorite Hobby to be âEatingâ.
This theme is again very much ingrained within Sukunaâs cursed techniques and even his Domain Expansion, the âMalevolent Shrineâ. With his two main techniques being âDismantleâ and âCleaveâ are cutting-type attacks. He is also able to use a Flame-Arrow, and Fire is essential for making Food. The Shrine in his Domain Expansion literally has mouths on all sides, looking eager to chew down anything in-front of them!
This symbolism also heavily influences Sukunaâs own manner of speech, and the way he speaks to other characters in the series as well. With his post-fight chat with Jogo before his death, Sukuna mentions Jogo lacking the âHungerâ to take control of his desires, preventing him from reaching the heights of Gojo Satoru. Before the Start of their fight in Shinjuku, Sukuna called Gojo a âNameless Fish on top of his cutting boardâ, and that he was going to start by âPeeling off the scalesâ(refering to Gojoâs infinity). Thereâs also further symbolism that supports this by analyzing the Kanji and meaning of Sukunaâs âMalevolent Shrineâ but Iâm not very educated on that so I wonât be opening that point here.
What all of this points to is that Eating and FoodâŠâŠis extremely important to Sukuna, to the point that it literally affects him in manners innumerable.
Eating is an instinct, a necessity for the survival of every single living being.
And In the face of extreme Hunger and starvation, even those with the strongest will could lose their Humanity and revert to the basic animalistic side of their existence. (The Heian Period also had a Famine, although I believe the timing to be a bit off, but do with this info as you see fit)
In JJK Chapter 257, it is revealed to us that Sukuna and his Twin were most likely starving in the womb of their starving mother.
On the brink of starvation, Sukuna had to consume his âother selfâ(his twin), so that he could survive.
Btw, this tweet and this thread gives additional characterisation to Sukuna:
Link to the original thread: Link.
More context (and reactions :P):
Link to original thread: Here
This reveals to us that indeed, Sukuna was born a twin. And as we all know, âTwinsâ are seen with extreme scrutiny in Jujutsu Society, theyâre not well liked. This too in a period where Cursed Spirits and Jujutsu Sorcery was at its peak, it is not far-fetched to assume that his Mother may not have been treated very well by the people in her surroundings, especially as she bore twins.
When Kashimo asks if Sukuna was born the Strongest or if he made himself the Strongest, this is the response Sukuna gave to him:
When you think about it, how do you think the people around them would have reacted when the woman: who was supposed to birth two twins, gave birth to a single child instead? and that child had consumed his other twin in the womb itself?
No doubt people wouldâve been horrified, disgusted and even revulsed. With the woman and her newborn child.
This wouldâve led to their further ostracisation in the already very close-minded society. Unable to fend for herself and her newborn child, it mustâve been difficult for Sukunaâs mother to survive. I feel like somewhere along the line, Sukuna was left alone to fend for himself at an extremely young age. To protect himself from both Curses and Society alike.
This is why I believe Sukuna knows what true starvation, weakness and hunger feels like. Both in the emotional and literal sense. He was left without another person caring about him or his well-being, in a cut-throat period where it was âFight or be killedâ.
Powerful curses roamed all across Japan, nowhere was safe. Simply be strong, or you'll die. There's no room for weakness. And initially, a kid!Sukuna was weak, as anyone would be in the beginning when they're just starting out in this world. (and maybe, he didn't have much to eat, leading to long periods of starvation? :') )
I believe it is this debilitating hunger, and feeling of weakness that eventually led to Sukunaâs current Hedonistic mindset.
Heâs essentially traumatised by it, and believes that it was his own weakness that led him to experience this sheer starvation. That he deserved to feel this way because he was weak then. Perhaps, the people around him were right, that as long as they have the power and strength to overcome anything, theyâre free to do as they please; And there is nothing anyone else could do about it.
I feel like the irony here is that Sukuna himself, mustâve been a âweaklingâ before eventually rising the ranks to become Historyâs Strongest Sorcerer. This is also why he values Strength so much.
Ultimately, Sukuna has decided that there was nothing more important than being strong enough to fulfill your own desires. And âeatingâ is one of his most important desires. Itâs his favourite thing to do, the one he derives the most pleasure out of. And like an animal, whose main focus is to consume, consume and consume. He too, simply consumes.
Most morals likely have no meaning to him. He doesnât care who he hurts, what he does, as long as heâs able to get what he wants. And this isnât limited to eating.
This is why people referring to Sukuna as a âNatural Disasterâ is so befitting of him. Because Natural Disasters also donât care about what or who theyâre destroying, they just come and go, wreaking havoc appropriate for their nature and magnitude.
I believe Sukuna himself has said lines similar in nature, when talking to Kashimo:
Now Iâm not sure how Sukuna perceives or even experiences this âLoveâ, because I think he has a rather very warped idea of it. I do think that this definition of love is similar to the one that Gojo also understands, but I donât think he knows what âloveâ truly is. Iâm not sure how I could comment on this, but I do think that Sukunaâs emotionally starved, whether he realises that or not.
Because, like Kashimo himself asked Sukuna âWhat is the point of dividing your soul into 20 different parts and then traversing across time if youâre satisfied with this?â we do not know the answer to that yet.
But many people have speculated that âBlack Boxâ panels in JJK manga represent a curse (either self-inflicted or put by someone) on the speaker. Like, take a look over here where Sukuna reiterates the same dialogue, except it looks like heâs trying to reassure himself:
This once again shows that Sukuna has only ever strived for himself, in the same hedonistic fashion, to a very very extreme degree. It is possible that he's been lacking something, and he himself does not realise that heâs lacking it. Maybe it was this subconscious feeling, that led to Sukuna agreeing to Kenjakuâs plan of dividing his soul into 20 different parts, and to traverse across time as a Cursed Object.
Sukunaâs an incredibly complex character, and Iâm excited to see where this goes. Gege has put extra care in the way he characterizes and depicts Sukuna, and again, Iâm really sad that a lot of that characterization gets lost in translation. Still, Iâm going to try my best to understand and get the most accurate feel of his character as I possibly can.
If you made it this far, Thank you for reading! And if you would like, please do leave a comment in the tags or replies because I would love to read what other people think of this and just Sukuna in general. I do not see a lot of people doing critical analysis of him, and a lot of his actions are seemingly swept under the rug. I donât like that, so hopefully this contributes to people focusing more on Sukuna and his character. (/^v^)/ <3
#ryomen sukuna#jjk sukuna#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna#king of curses#heian era#character analysis#manga#jjk manga#jjk 257#this is...so very long omg im sorry for my huge word vomit#like 1.4k works but i really did felt like i wanted to gather my scattered thoughts into one place and kind of make the connections#not sure if anyone is gonna read this but if they do#thanks for reading! be sure to let me know what u think!#i just love psycho-analysis of my fav characters and being able to really understand the essence of their characters#their emotions their motivations and to finally be able to do that with Sukuna and reading what everyone else have to say about it ahhh#im super excited! We're finally getting close to the Heian Backlore!! rejoice!!#my gut always did tell me he was a tragic character T_T and now we're finally getting the tid bits#also apologies for adding different panels#but i only added the translations i liked#i don't like J*hn W*rry's translation like yuck#so ima wait for Lightning's translation notes~ for further clarifications!
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you all know the drill, corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
#9-1-1#911 spoilers#eddie diaz#buddie#(yes this goes in the tag because I am OBSESSED with the way eddie's entire body language changes at the revelation that buck is single#again like HELLO AND WHAT THE FUCK I know everyone has been freaking out over it but I am very much still stuck in this single frame)#because funstuff#I'm sorry this is not my best work but I couldn't stop thinking about this every since I first saw eddie's face like that last night and#this meme immediately popped into my head#I just had to wait until now to actually grab screenshots xD
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man how messed up is he? (3/24)
#noco family au#How I Met Your Father (Again)#total drama#total drama noah#total drama cody#total drama noco#noco lore#sorry for the long wait ill try not to goof off as much when it comes to arcs#hopefully I get this one done somewhere round early feb#got too many ideas for this damned au#but yea also I like how everyones going on about the last few reboot eps#and like im like hey guys look at this its drunk noah look at him#but other than that the last few episodes were just meh#priya and Caleb thingy could have not dragged out for that long#winner was good though#very based#reboot season was very hit or miss#but when it hit#it hit HARD#idk
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Family for day 6 of SpeSilverWeek! Edition uuh found biological and crime I guess...
#this was the first one I completed tbh and I'm not vibing but it was rly good warmup and tbh working lineless is so much easier...#I get lazier and messier concerning anatomy esp and stuff but I have fun...#spesilverweek#pokespe silver#pokespe blue#pokespe#my art#the thing about this is. I have so many thoughts about this one very specific rocket au where they aren't dex holders but find Giovanni#instead but he still goes missing and they still kind of hate team rocket bc the whole mask of ice thing still happened so they try to fuck#shit up from within now that giovanni is gone even though they also rly just kinda want him to return and deal with stuff himself#and the admins have these rly fun roles of all being in disagreement on what to do#like the boss might be dead his kids should take over or we Must find the boss or lol no boss my team rocket now#and then the dex holders get mixed in too and it's Fun bc everyone is fighting everyone#also sorry Giovanni for making you look like that#it's like 5min til day 6 technically but my laptop is being a butt so in case it won't turn on tomorrow here it is now#I will not wait 5min for midnight I got a new pillow for christmas and I wanna SLeep on it noW! hell yeah !!#pokemon
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Friendly reminder; don't make queer ships straight by making one of them a woman! If you want one to be a woman, both should be women. You can't just make the small twink character a girl and not make his big buff counterpart also a girl it feels gross and fetishy cause at that point why are you shipping queer ships at all? Just find a straight ship? Subtract the twink from the equation all together you don't have to make him a woman to make the ship better in some way, he's adding nothing if you make him a girl then it's just the same ship we have a million times in any other media. Gay erasure in fandom space is so annoying cause it's like YOU LIKE THE GAY SHIP OBVIOUSLY, WHY ARE YOU MAKING THEM STRAIGHT??
#star child speaks#im sorry#this made me heated#at the end of the day everyone is gonna do what they want#and everyone deserves a space to enjoy what they like#but that doesn't mean i have tonlike it and im here to make that everyones problem#an extremely goofy movie#a goofy movie#tankley#what no i didnt tag the ship who did that *looks around*#i love tankley because they have such a unique dynamic#ship wise not friend wise they have a very stereotypical friendship#off topic idek what im talking about anymore#keith rambles#that should be a tag#OMG WAIT#moreid#STOP FKRCIBLY FEMINIZINING MY TWINKS BRO#criminal minds#theyre the only ones i relate to its disrespect
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hey yâall!
so iâve been considering this a lot in the past few weeks, and figured iâd make an official post so you all know iâm alive and what not since i have been very much inactive as of recently.
iâm taking a break.
not forever! not because of anything in the fandom! this break is solely due to personal life reasons and the fact i just canât be as active on here right now between my jobs and personal affairs. and it also wonât be long â iâm going to be off here probably through the end of november. if i have the time/mental capacity to come back before then, i absolutely will đ€ but right now, tumblr isnât something that fits easily within my days and also, writing for my fics hasnât been something i can easily do not due to lack of inspiration but lack of time.
again, this is just due to my own personal life currently. nothing happened in the fandom that motivated this decision (i honestly donât even know whatâs happening on here currently solely because i havenât had the time to scroll lol) and itâs very much not permanent, and will HOPEFULLY be very short. like i said, until the end of november. iâll still be writing in my free time, and my hope is to be able to update fics once iâm back and worse better than ever! đ€
see yâall in december <3
#in the great words of miss swift â itâs been a long time coming#idk if iâll be around to check my inbox either đ#if you have my discord iâll still be active there no worries haha#i canât wait to come back and see what yâall have been up to itâll be fun#also my queue is officially empty after today so like genuinely there wonât be any posts sorry everyone#putting me first đ«Ą#saying that feels ridiculous#THIS ALL FEELS VERY DRAMATIC iâve just got a lot of antsy anons recently#is antsy the word? anxious? idk#see yâall on the other side though my friends#and if i need longer than the rest of this month iâll make another post#life am i right?
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we had what Iâd call mixed success at Keps first herding evaluation today. he was VERY interested in the sheep and definitely showed a strong instinct to chase and focus on them - unfortunately he was also really struggling with focusing on anything else besides chasing sheep, so he never actually made it off the leash bc he definitely just wanted to fling himself at them like a bowling ball. so the plan for now is to take 6 months and keep focusing on his basic training, recall, etc and to let him mature mentally, and then re-try with stock in the spring and see how he does at that point.
tbh this is pretty much what I expected to happen (though I am still a little disappointed I didnât get any pictures), so hopefully by the time we try again weâll have some better training and slightly less Baby Brain to contend with.
the trainer we worked with was very nice though, she had some really good insight on what to work on. she's one of those ppl with a van full of 6 perfectly trained BCs in crates lol but she did say that she thought kep had good potential and said he had a really good, confident personality - "he's the type of dog you'll be able to do anything with" which made me happy to hear. so hopefully if we take some time to really study up next time we'll be able to really get started!
#'oh well at least he'll be tired after this' i thought. incorrect. he literally has not slept in 10 hours#self control whomst.#sorry buddy you're not allowed to go fucking feral on the sheep you gotta be nice to them idc how bad you want to chase them#as the trainer put it: basically if we actually started herding now youd have to be VERY heavy-handed with corrections#and thats just way too much pressure and frustration for everyone involved when the alternative is just. wait a bit.#stock safety comes first so i fully support that. just a bit sad i didnt get to see my boy in action
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can you draw Rellik x Karl
#don't say i never did anything for you kids#karllik#stonefangs#violinbats#what do ya'll call it#sorry for the wait anon i have been sick for a week i wasn't ignoring you#i think yall are the cutest#also yes people shipped them when LoT originally came out too#they shipped everyone#be at peace#love ya'll#rellik#i had to remember how i drew karl#it has been a very long time lol#anon ask#del replies#that's a load bearing scowl
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alrighty, friends, i feel the need to be a little transparent because it's affecting things here. the short version of everything is: i'm not doing so hot in the mental health department. no one needs to be concerned -- i'm okay even if i'm having a hard time. but i just ask that everyone continues to be patient and understanding bc i promise that i'm excited to write and chat!! both new and old mutuals, i have so much admiration for you all!! the problem is that the discomfort and sensitivity i feel are making it increasingly difficult to be punctual and social.
so what does this mean? it means my activity may continue to be extra slow. i might procrastinate with messages or go completely silent. i might not log on some days just so i don't have to use my brain. but however my presence here fluctuates, i promise that in no way this is a reflection of my feelings towards you or our muses. i'm just going through it.
all that said, thank you for being here <3 thank you for filling my dash with things that make me smile, and thank you for being a space where i can relax. i care about all of you so much, and i encourage you to be kind to yourselves!! take breaks!! take your time!! your happiness and health matter first always.
#trying to resist the urge to erase everything bc i feel like i'm needlessly explaining myself#but it /is/ needed bc i see how my mental health is affecting me here and i'm frustrated by it and feel guilty#like today was a bad day tbh. i was angry for a good chunk of it bc of work and then there are personal things making it very hard#for me to not become instantly agitated when i get home#so even though i wanted to start messaging people i really almost have the urge to cry at the thought of doing so rn#bc it's just another thing to do when i really just want to /stop/ having to do things today#it's a similar feeling to wanting to see my friends bc i love them to bits but being so burned out that i also don't want to go anywhere#i hope that makes sense and i'm sorry to everyone waiting on me and i'm so thankful to everyone waiting on me#i'm gonna stop talking now though bc i feel like i'm definitely rambling atp ;v;#get ready to ramble | ooc#tw negative#i hope this post isn't as messy as it feels to me but i gotta stop rereading it or i'll go insane
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girl your hanahaki au is absolutely wrecking my shit i--- I don't ever read ongoing fics and this is why. I just cannot wait?!? But the waiting somehow makes it better too?!? I'm literally dead bro I can't I love it so much
hahah omg thank you !! Iâm really happy to hear you took a chance on this wip and that you like it so much!
not to get on my soapbox or anything but you have given me a great corner to shout from
as a disclaimer I totally understand why people will choose not to read wips and I truly think you know your mental health and what you can stand to wonder about/think about/obsess over/NEED to know a conclusion for better than anyone else
BUT as a writer who almost exclusively posts in wips, people reading them before theyâre finished is my life blood and I am so grateful and it makes the writing process so much more fun for me because I know at least someone else is invested in my brainworm of a story?? someone else is enjoying it and thinking about it and Iâm putting a small amount of good into the world??
the best analogy Iâve been able to come up with is like:
when you read a finished fic youâre eating a whole meal and thatâs great thatâs so amazing (especially if you tell the cook you liked it after youâre done). and youâre literally always welcome to eat that meal whenever you want. finished fics are like standing dinner invitations: I am always happy to have you and I mean that very genuinely
but if you read a wip, youâre keeping me company in the kitchen while I cook. and thatâs sort of priceless. in some instances, you can even tell me the food needs more spice and Iâll think about it and listen!!! youâre sitting on my kitchen counter as I bustle around my space and weâre talking about what Iâm doing and also how Iâm feeling and maybe how youâre feeling and it just feels like community more than anything else Iâve experienced in any fandom. like youâre with me in my space as Iâm creating food I hope you like. weâre both invested and itâs amazing
and I think in general thatâs why wips are a lot of fun and also maybe why the waiting between chapters is fun for you - youâve suggested that I add paprika to the pot and youâre waiting and wondering if I will, and Iâm laughing and hoping you like the soup either way but also wondering if paprika will work with the recipe, and if I can add a bit to it just for you while staying true to the dish I envisioned at the get go.
#asks#(stepping off my soapbox) very sorry for that I didnât know I cared so much#but the truth is I want everyone to read wips all the time and I DO get why people donât#because a story that remains unfinished haunts you sometimes and people enjoy that on different scales#but wips are amazing#as an author with many#but also as an author with more completed stories than wips but who also is apparently#known for having wips which like make it make sense I guess whatever#wips are amazing because my#favorite part of stories is talking with you about them#I cut out answering ao3 comments a few years ago so I could focus on writing stories#but I always try to answer asks on tumblr#about a chapter before I post the next one#I love it itâs my conversation space where I feel most comfortable#comfortable *#and Iâm so sorry#this ask answer has ballooned way past what your very kind ask warranted#I just have emotions about this lately#waiting can mAke it better I promise - you make a potato salad and you donât immediately eat it. you put it in the fridge#so the flavors meld#sometimes fics are the same way tbh if you can experience them like#that.#sometimes you read a wip and youâre like wow that could be a motif and then you watch I#that motif develop over a year and you get this satisfaction of being right and also being proud of the writer??#idk I could be talknin#out of my ass but I just. love Wips. all the time and always
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been catching up on TGAA/DGS !! :D
#caluuart#tgaa#dgs#tgaa spoilers#dgs spoilers#the great ace attorney#I just finished TGAA1 but haven't started TGAA2 YET. so yeah. I'll be avoiding major spoilers for now :)#MAAAN the ost slaps tho. I've been listening to it A LOT. it's so good. I love video game music.#I can't put it into words on what I liked abt tgaa bc it's kinda everything. so yeah.#also another thing is that I'm watching a play through and so. one day. I might get my hands on actually playing the game. it'd be cool.#there were a lot of moments where I would be FOCUSED on the game bc it's just. so cool. genuinely can't wait to continue onto dgs/tgaa 2#It's a bit late in the night rn and so I can't really fully ramble n stuff but do feel free to ask abt my thoughts on it in the asks btw#I'd be very glad to answer and ramble on abt it!!#on another note: sorry for the inactivity! I've lost control over my routine :') I'm trying to catch it up to get back to normal momentum.#anyways! gn everyone
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everyday I think about him (Ippolit Terentyev)
#the idiot#ippolit terentyev#idk why of all characters he's the one that has left such an impression on me but oh boy#it's been over a year since I've read his 'explanation' and everything that followed and it hasn't left my mind since#god all he wanted was some sympathy and recognition#and they just make fun of him#literally all this boy wants is to be taken seriously and no one does#they either laugh at him or beg him to shut up#because his vulnerability and the fact that he's dying makes them so uncomfortable#and he's so ashamed as well over his own vulnerbility#that even when people aren't laughing at him he'll imagine they are#and people blame him for being self absorbed?? like of course he is!!#he's EIGHTEEN and DYING#this is a teenager who's just come to the realisation that he has no agency over his life whatsoever#and that all that awaits him are the cruel laws of nature#he has a right to be upset about that#he's literally the man condemned to death that myshkin talked about#and yes he's ridiculous and awkward and not always right and incoherent and all that#and he can really be insufferable and contemptuous and unfeeling towards others#and even the state he's in doesn't really serve as an excuse for that#yet i feel bad for him#and he's such a teenager too he's so insecure and just wants to impress the people around him#and yes he's doing it for attention#of course he wants attention#can you blame him??#all he wants is to be heard#to feel like his life mattered#but instead everyone's just begging him to shut up#like they're just waiting for him to kick the bucket so the uncomfortable ordeal can be over with#sorry i just have a lot of thoughts about Ippolit and I'm being very incoherent because i didn't plan on typing all this lol
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EEEK good morning friends & happy sunday !! (Ëá”̶̷̎̀ êŽ á”̶̷̎̀Ë) i hope all of yous have the bestest of days today nâ iâm sending out soso many smoochies !! MWUUUAH !! ê«Â áŽá
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#ehe i havenât done a yap in a while mefinks !! :0#sobsob first i must apologize for my inactivity :sniff: T^T#sâ been a very busy time in mâ life !!#i lost a lot of motivation but mâ making a comeback !! i swear !! đ„ș#i plan on answering askies today :> mâ sho sorry for everyone who has been waiting a lifetime !! </3#mâ also going to a family dinner tonight !! ^^#mâ making scalloped potatoes from scratch with a new recipe :p numnum !!#iâve also made a fwiend !! my sweet coworker :> she invited me everywhere nâ actually includes mwe which makes me soso happy !!#she even invited me to fwiendsgiving !! >//< how exciting !!#not too much to yap abouts today but :3 i hope all of yous are doinâ oki !!#SENDINâ ALL MY LOVE !! ill wrap dis yap up <3#âáą..áąâ â leneâs latest gossip .á
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I just finished episode 6 of Burrow's End and I have SO MANY THOUGHTS.
I just keep thinking about expectations, and the way Aabria. . . plays with them. But also â Ok back up because one of the things I noticed about ACOFAF is that Aabria is really good at listening to players, taking what do they do and say, and in return saying I believe you, then weaving it into the narrative. (The Green Hunter is the most obvious example of this.) And she's doing this with Burrow's End in a way that's even more intense than it was in ACOFAF. . . it's not manipulative, and 'genre subversion' isn't quite the concept I'm looking for. . . it's playing into the player's expectations. She's holding up a big mirror but the players (and us as an audience!) aren't realising that it's a reflection of the path they just carved out, they think they're seeing a new hallway. It's not quite a feedback loop, but it is more of characters latching on to an idea and RUNNING with it and not stopping to question or wonder if maybe they should be running full-tilt ahead? Anyways I think I'm starting to understand why 5e was chosen for Burrow's End.
#how many of the monsters were actually MADE by the players thinking they were monsters?#ok sorry if this is incoherent rambling#and honestly I could be COMPLETELY off base because again this is about expectations and mine could be completely wrong#I've already been wrong like five times#but I cannot wait until this is all done and I can see the entirety of the story Aabria is telling#and it feels important to watch along as this is being unveiled#because it's a unique experience to know in part along with everyone else#burrow's end spoilers#burrow's end#dimension 20#acofaf#acofaf spoilers#dnd5e#also very INTERESTING you shared that post about characters not knowing what genre they're in Aabria
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