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ways that frankie is self-destructive, because i've mentioned it before:
she does drugs. and not in a smart way. if you put it in front of her, she's doing it. and likely, she's mixing alcohol with it. in layman's terms, she is an addict.
she destabilizes relationships, though this is not entirely a conscious act. it's more so through the nature of who she is.
she finds it impossibly hard to be monogamous. one person alone cannot prove her with all the attention and care her desperate, hurt heart needs and she often seeks out a connection through sex. which leads to her cheating on her partners and going behind their back to find another fix of intimacy. this isn't to say that she is not capable of monogamy, it's just a big order to fill and she only had two well plotted relationships where she isn't sneaking off on the side to get some ass.
a plus to this is her lack of possessiveness and jealousy. if you want to see someone else while seeing her, she encourages it. she will ask if there's room for her too, but won't be offended if you decline.
she is an unreliable narrator. her mind is skewed by herself and what she thinks she can gain or what she thinks you want from her. this falls heavily under the ‘my muse is not always right’ trope.
#“ ⍀ headcanon. « we hunger so for vicious things.#( sighing deeply about the unfortunate character i have created )#( she- )#( she just- ??????????? )
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⊰ why do we hunger so for vicious things, our wishes bend the statutes of the gods. independent portrayal of supreme leader kylo ren as originally seen in the star wars sequel trilogy, entirely rewritten on the basis of headcanons, ft. him as the overarching antagonist of the sequels. permanent low activity.
(*) carrd. (*) visualizer. (*) pin.
MAIN NARRATIVE AFFILIATED WITH: acharnemcnt. thirdsght. renkniighted. fcalty. debelltio. cava1ier. warrued. twilekd.
an exploration in such themes as . . . the conquest for power, descent into madness, the longing for the innate dark, pilgrimage in reverse and the dismantlement of faith, becoming the god of oneself, the debate of determinism and free will, hunger as an allegory for desire, and the catharsis of tragedies.
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I don’t remember you explaining the hc that Pk fell in love cuz Wl tried to strangle him but please do at some point.
Wl, seeing this noodle of a mfer and getting to work: begone pest
Pk, discovering several things about himself in rapid succession: 👀��💕
OKAY so basically my headcanon for how they met was that PK was a young adult wyrm scoping out territories to conquer, bc he was getting to that age where he had to either had land and followers of his own or become dinner, and upon his burrowing searches he happened to bonk into WL, who was another new pre-ascended god starting to just gain power in Kingdom's Edge, far from the Radiance's sight, but on the verge of discovery. Young WL panicked, of course, because wyrms are notorious for their ravenous hunger, aggression, and intense territoriality (things she heard whispered to her from the network of roots and mycellium she was connected to), so she did the most rational thing she thought of, which was to wrap a coil of root around the back of his head and YANK. She had him in a noose and was strangling him, but because wyrms aren't so easily killed and she was trying to act like she wasn't frightened of being devoured, she acted as cold and as high-and-mighty as she could, and demanded he state his buisness before she destroyed his physical form.
And PK fell for her INSTANTLY because not only was she proving her strength by nearly killing him (which is sexy as all hell to wyrms), she was the first instance of another god-to-be that he'd met who actually demanded to talk to him instead of just straight-up murdering him. So he touched minds with her, conveyed that he meant her no harm, and offered an alliance of sorts, where he would help her ascend, and in exchange, share territory with her. She accepted, albiet warily (because she was now in the human-esque dilemna of 'ah shit i grabbed a venomous snake by the throat and now i gotta find a way to let it go without it biting me), and that's when PK started to court her vigorously, and she became endeared by his gentleness and subsurviance. Because unknown to her at the time, the first stage of wyrm courtship involves an intense mandible-locking wrestling match (which holds the threat of death if one is too weak to impress or gets bored and decides to eat the other), but the SECOND stage of pairbonding after the violence is something closer to what we think of actual courtship, with gifts of meat or fruit, plenty of subserviance, etc etc, and she was so charmed by a supposedly-vicious entity crooning at her and giving her delectible chunks of carrion and infodumping about how he'd build their civilization that she was won over LONG before she realized what made him so into her in the first place
So tdlr, PK got nearly strangled to death after accidentally jumpscaring WL, another young god, and he was so enchanted with the duel combo of deadliness and her actually listening to him that he fell head-over-tail for her. Meanwhile, it took WL longer to come around, but him promising to give her a kingdom and generally being an absolute sap of a vicious world-ending being (and lots of carrion) had her falling for him in turn. A match made in heaven
(Something important to note is that they also had no genders pre-Hallownest, but accepted them later when their bugs assumed the big one (WL) was female and that the smaller one (PK) was male bc they had no clue what they meant. This has no bearing on their actual meetup I just think its really funny to headcanon)
#demonicintegrity#hollow knight#wyrmroot#pale king#white lady#pk is turned on both by violence (instinct) and the willingness to engage intellectually (his nerdiness)#give him a big pretty god to be who is his age and willing to listen and hes a goner
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Day 1 - "Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."
Forgiveness | Revenge | Apathy
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Remembering | Forgetting | Recording
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Feast | Hunger | Treats
Day 4 - "To live is the rarest thing in the world."
Life | Death | Survival
Day 5 - "Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious"
Meritocrats/Harlequins | Virtues | Viciousness
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Betrayal | Loyalty | Blood
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Truth | Lies | Omissions
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So like, how would you succinctly describe how you interpret/write Ghost?
To elaborate on what I said here, I keep several qualities in mind when writing Ghost.
They are an experienced traveler. We don’t know how long they spent beyond the kingdom, but, they are recognized as a kindred spirit by people who are very experienced or traveled despite seemingly being fairly young, or at least in a kind of undead-child-limbo state where their years haven’t affected them much.
Their body language is very orderly and composed. They are not incapable of making mistakes, or struggling or failing- if anything they are likely used to this- but the implications of the Shade system suggests that they hold themselves to a high standard and that failure weighs heavily on their mind.
While this is more personal headcanon than anything, I feel like they would be sparing with any form of communication available to them. It isn’t merely that they’re silenced by lacking a voice- they also seem to be quite a taciturn and stoic soul by preference.
(I kinda like to think that if they were in a situation where they were talking using some workaround or another, the result would come off a bit like Garnet from Steven Universe- brusque, authoritative, not mincing words, and even potentially rude or cutting, but more warm and verbose around people they are closer to)
They are relatively young, or again, in a kind of limbo that means the passage of time hasn’t brought age. They doze off easily if left on the benches. There are things they haven’t experienced and a kind of innocence to their curiosity for the world. I can see them, subtly, having a streak of those kids who perceive themselves as extremely mature and wise but then... they can have some fun splashing around the hot spring.
Understated but very present is that Ghost definitely has an angry streak and a hunger to prove themselves. They don’t care so much about petty reputation (they don’t seem inclined to do much to attack or punish Zote when he lies about them to Bretta) but are drawn to try and prove themselves in the eye of the Hunter, or in the Colosseum of Fools. Even very early on, when Elderbug cautions them about the numerous dangers of Hallownest, the overall trajectory of the game suggests they don’t pay him terribly much mind, or meet it with a kind of ‘challenge accepted’. And again, the Shade system suggests Ghost takes failure very harshly- believing they can’t afford to fail or should be above it or, likely, a complex tangle of sentiments.
They can certainly have something of a haughty and cold streak that rears its head towards certain people- they don’t seem to hate Zote but they don’t think much of smacking him around in the Colosseum, either, to say nothing of their less than reverent treatment of PK’s body or Millibelle.
At the same time, though, it is hard not to see them as very motivated by loyalty to those they love, and interpersonal curiosity. Your only option in the game to leave Zote for dead happens before you talk to him- so, basically, as long as Ghost has listened to him even once, they don’t want him to die. They follow Hornet into Greenpath the moment they spot her. The cutscene in the City of Tears, with the slow pan up Hollow’s statue and the image of it “weeping”, as well as the way that almost the first thing we see in-game is Hollow screaming in pain, the boss title of the Lost Kin, and even the shift from judgmental (“False Knight”) to compassionate/tragic (“Failed Champion”) when Ghost realizes that he was trying to protect the other maggots.
To pull this all to a central thesis: Ghost is a complex bundle of emotions kept under a heavy lid. Young, brittle, lonely; haughty, proud, and vicious- curious, compassionate, and earnest. Reserved, superficially proper, they seem to have a strong self-identity as a knight (I’ve talked before about how the game’s noncanon prototype has Ghost address the player directly in a way that seems to illuminate their thinking for the main game).
They also seem genuinely curious about history. Quirrel and Lemm have a lot of dialogue, and while Lemm is an optional encounter, the text for the Void Idol is given by him, and not from a conversation Ghost and Lemm have ‘in canon’ which would imply Ghost visits and listens to him more than we are necessarily shown in-game. Many characters also make sidelong comments into Ghost’s inquisitive nature and their desire to ‘dig deeper’. (visit the Snail Shaman after obtaining Desolate Dive, for example)
In a more trivial sense, I operate on the read that the first half of the Hunter’s Journal entries reflect Ghost’s perspective, while the second half can be attributed to someone else, usually the Hunter- and the tone of those entries further seems to betray Ghost’s thought process. They have several habits that rear their head in those entries:
They are curious about weapons and consider them important. They note the relative uncommonness of great nails, consider Ogrim skilled (and his white defender form, gallant) and despite disrespecting Zote, note that he seems to have made his weapon himself and the name he calls it by.
They are very interested in knights and orders thereof, as can be noted in both Ogrim’s entries and the city guard.
Highly motivated by their siblings- they seem to be the one who name the Sibling enemies (Hunter’s entry suggests he has never seen them himself), and the Broken Vessel / Lost Kin, not to mention acquiring the Abyssal Shriek by using Howling Wraiths to ‘give voice’ to stone faces in the abyss.
#Hollow Knight#Ghost#readmore#honestly while there's no harm to it#I feel like a lot of people make Ghost more superficially friendly/cuddly than they would be#but also underestimate how personally scrupled they are#like they're not exceptionally beholden to anybody ELSE'S laws#but they hold their own sense of order rather highly#Anonymous
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there’s no particular order to this as i’m going to be covering a few things shortly in one go before i manage to sit down and figure out more headcanons and what really is going to get fully expanded on without me just wasting an entire post on nonsense , but there are spoilers within this pertaining to the end of endwalker msq , the pandaemonium raids and shadowbringers .
first of all , i want to fully iterate outwardly now that shadowbringers has fundamentally altered mana , as in aside from appearances , mana has retained habits and inclinations from the influence of nearly becoming a full light warden . that means that it is of course predominately seen in violence based instances because that is what usually triggers it— lightwardens sought aether to feast and sate their never - ending hunger with little care for much else unless they were of higher intelligence in which ( as shown by ardbert’s own company members in their specific role quests ) frequented areas and actions in line with the most impactful events of their lives . for mana that means that they may display bouts of prevalent bloodlust or more unfettered actions that can read as nothing else but instinctive and perhaps borderline feral ( as in , biting to deal harmful damage mid brawl or grapple , or the rending of flesh or metal with the use of their claws ) . and i absolutely use one of y’shtola’s lines from the baldesion annex visit scene , though the entire event applies:
“ You will recall that serving as a vessel for abundant Light in the First very nearly ended poorly. ” … “ I recall vividly how battered and broken it [the wol’s soul] was in the depths of Amaurot … Would that you could have seen it with you own eyes. Mayhap then you would understand why the greater part of me is glad you did not. It was … a horror beyond description. ”
what mana experienced became twice the pain of what the story wanted the average warrior of light to go through because of the nature of their echo: it absorbs offending aether and possibly even tries to assimilate it and convert it into mana’s own so that the energy can be redirected back out in extra force during a battle . shb shows that a lightwardens aether is corruptive — it taints and eats any portion of aether it comes into contact with — and that with mana’s ability means mana’s own body and soul entered a very vicious cycle of aether vs. aether akin to a tug-of-war battle . and slowly , mana’s was losing as more and more was taken and constantly amplified .
promises and vows has been an underlying theme to mana that i now believe has come to a full head and will more than likely be the predominant one i’ll be referencing and thinking about when the next expansion comes and as we all continue through the rest of pandaemonium and whatever else se has in store for us . mana believes words are often insufficient for a lot of things , and that they often hold no weight or not nearly enough, as it is very easy to say something and then disrespect it or not follow through by your actions and style of life . thus , does mana often fall flat in expressing sentiments and some such verbally , and why most of their affection and care displays in acts of service and why when mana is coerced ( or initiates it themselves ) a promise is never broken . it is now at that point something important enough to live by as well . and throughout all of the msq in xiv , mana has canonly only made three promises:
ι . to alisaie before her coma, during patch and the beginning of shadowbringers , when each and every scion was being pulled across the rift to the First , and essentially mana vowed that they would never be found elsewhere if and whenever and however alisaie needed them .
ιι . to g’raha tia himself various times about the promise of experiencing an adventure with him and the fated “ would you believe me if I said we will meet again ? ” after the seat of sacrifice before carrying everyone’s spirit vessel .
ιιι . towards hythlodaeus ( and another that is connected to this and thus extended to hades ) in response to hearing his wish at elpis , the aetherial sea , ultima thule , and the bits of recovered memories throughout and in-between all of that .
“ To help them realize their dreams—this will be my greatest contribution to our world. ” … “ And when they have fulfilled their respective purposes … so too shall I have fulfilled mine, and together we may return to the star. ”
in mana’s perspective , considering the truth of all things and how they are as themselves now , they have denied hythlodaeus that wish . as they still yet live , and the means by which all of their different ends came about .
the other half is directed towards emet selch , as he goads and tells the wol to still yet seek out experiences and knowledge of the world they have yet to know that he himself even took the time to find . for him and for what once was as when they were the fourteenth seat , they will do so . and thus mana’s promise is this: when it is truly time for them to die and when they have fulfilled their age old duty , will mana return to them , so that they may otherwise be reborn together or rest .
this next ‘ theme ’ of mana’s fits perfectly to me , save for the reasons above , that so far up until now i once described in the most accurate way i ever have , mana’s total growth as a character and all of their experiences as:
“ a constant battle / journey of the self . the self vs external obstacles . sometimes self vs self . self vs self vs external . ”
a realm reborn and mana’s personal backstory before then fit the most into the self vs external obstacles . heavensward transitions slowly towards the end and blends both the self vs external obstacles and self vs self . stormblood for where it counts is entirely a slow start up to self vs self where it peaks into self vs self vs external in shadowbringers . and with endwalker it finally transitions with the different victories and losses and overall results of each battle into a slow acceptance of the self that will be prevalent with this expansion and any content onwards . an internal identity crisis always facilitated by outside means that finally finds a place with the process of integrating a proper acknowledgement of ones past , present , and future .
sort of think about mana’s approach to themselves as an example trying to explain schrodingers cat and superposition — “ [ timestamp 0:30 ] … at the instance before the box is opened, the cat is equal parts alive and dead, at the same time. It is only when the box is opened ��that we see a single definite state. ” they are in some instances both mana and notus , and only when approached or brought back or otherwise left to be — do they become one or the other afterwards before existing in the more stable and prevalent self . this will be even more so when they finally enter the aetherial sea and regain everything of themself that has been lost to time and the sundering that may not reveal itself over time in keeping their promise .
#➢ headcanon / meta .#ew spoilers /#endwalker spoilers /#spoilers /#long post /#i am [ braincell runs around at 90 mph ]
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we don't need to talk about how I'm only reading your final event thing now but OOH we do need to talk about your WORLDBUILDING 🤩 YES.
The different gestures made to Seungmin and Chan. Whatever Seungmin's earring means to him, and probably Wendy.
The different skills they all learned from each district and how you show them. Jeongin's calculation and non-gesture to Hyunjin. Seungmin's knowledge of past Arenas. Jisung with his natural curiousity vs trained caution.
Awwwww but it was only the first daaaaaaaaay my headcanon of what may happen will never be as good what you actually would come up with and write but oh well :/ that was really good though!!! Whew -cat burglar
DSKFJHDFJKH I MEAN YOU READING IT IS ALREADY GOOD ENOUGH
Me eyeing the hunger games: *whispers* it's free real estate
Anyways, since you asked I will answer.
CW: small mentions of death and drowning
Seungmin's gesture comes from the idea of "from the earth to the earth" and "we're all connected". Since his district is lumber. The gesture itself is to take someone else's hands and pull them to your chest (an indicator of "I") and then push them back to the person's chest around their heart (an indicator of "you"). That's the short version. The full ritualistic long version, for people who are dying for ex (and who have the time to do it), involves also touching the ground and touching the other person's forehead to smear some dirt on their skin.
Seungmin's earring is something that all kids in Seven get. Generally speaking, you don't have more than two kids. When you become a parent, you pass your earring down as a kind of reminder of family lineage. Tributes who die in the Arena with the earring will never have a future family, so the earring dies with them. If you have more than two children, you break the earring into pieces, so instead of a full loop, you might have a half circle or a stud. If the earring gets too broken down (ie if your family has 3 kids every generation for several generations), you take the piece you do have, break it down into smaller pieces, and mold it into a new circle. This new circle should, in theory (not that anyone looks too closely), hold a piece of the old earring in every section, so even if this new circle needs to be split, it holds pieces of the old one still. Then the cycle continues onwards until it doesn't.
I want to specifically clarify that I think stylists are usually Capitol born but you can be pulled from a district if someone chooses to sponsor you. This is usually extraordinarily rare, as you can imagine people from the Capitol are not usually frolicking about in the districts. Instead it's usually a victor who sponsors a kid. It is very expensive to do so, normally reducing a victor from their high riches state to almost middle class and in some cases impoverished if they make a wrong bet. So Wendy is one of those sponsored kids and she comes from Seven. When you enter the Capitol, you leave everything behind, so Wendy doesn't have her earring anymore and there's no way she can get it back. There's no creation of fully new earrings either. As mentioned above, earrings always contain some piece of the previous, so even if Wendy got a new one, it wouldn't be the same.
Chan's gesture is similar, "born from the sea, return to the sea" and also a reminder to breathe (very important in a water district where yknow drowning is real). The gesture is to touch your dominant hand to your neck and then extend it outwards to the person and then bow to them. I think this one is appropriate because it's a call to the way that sea creatures breathe, through their gills on what you might consider their neck. You bow towards the person because not only does it bring your highest point (your head) closer to sea level (assuming you're above it, which you probably are), but also you're paying respects to both them and their birthplace. There isn't really a longer version of this, though some variations include using salt water and fresh water to anoint the person leaving. Chan's family did it to him when he left for the Capitol.
I personally think that tributes from 1 and 2 embody their districts. Like tributes from 1 have always been beautiful and even if they themselves are not extravagant, they look like they are. Often wreathed in gold and jewels, shine applied to their skin. Luxury yknow? There's a running kind of joke that tributes from 1 are gilded, that they represent corruption in material wealth, that under their pretty surface, they're as vicious and ugly as any tribute. Not wrong really. Tributes from 1 are definitely trained in manipulation, emotional or not.
In comparison, tributes from 2 are steadfast and cold. They are often described as domineering, stony faced, etc (and have the jawlines to match just sayin). They're trained to not be emotive and to be direct. Two tributes are brutally honest, emphasis on the brutal part. They don't often play into lies and trickery, choosing to hunt their prey in the most direct way. That doesn't mean they're above setting traps and such, but they definitely prefer to be personal about it.
Jisung grew up surrounded by power and electricity. Kids are taught from a young age to not touch, even if they really want to know. Because it's deadly right? Electrocution was common in the early days. But it's hard to tamp down curiosity, so Jisung's never really grown out of it. But he's been drilled with the idea that curiosity kills, you check your surroundings first. It needs to be safe before you try anything new. Even then, the idea is to try not to try new things. Though ngl that's probably why Five doesn't have a ton of Victors anyways, because they're not creative or explorative lol
I dunno if I could really write beyond the first day, like. Like y'all know people are going to die right? In likely very nasty ways?? sjkdfhskjfh
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anonymous asked: hey there! i came across your G.O.T verse drabbles last night and they are all so amazing! i just finished reading your last one. do you plan on writing any others? also do you put hints or clues in your writing or do you keep thing more secretive? i hope this doesn't come across as weird! i love how you RP laira :)
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Hello, dear! Thank you so much for the message! I always enjoy reading others thoughts or messages. Feel free, at any time, to send your thoughts, questions, requests [ headcanons, metas, drabbles ], etc. I love getting them when I do.
Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m glad that you enjoyed reading them. I’m assuming the drabbles that you mentioned are the ones that go along with my [ v; fire cannot kill a dragon ] group verse. If not, please let me know which particular verse you’re referring to. I have several group verses for AS.OIAF / G.O.T.
As for the verse that I’ve mentioned, I do plan to continue on with the drabbles for it. I’m still working on Part 11 currently. I’m uncertain how many total parts I’ll do, but there will likely be several more still to come.
I have done some foreshadowing / hidden some Ea.ster eggs throughout the drabbles. Some of my favorites [ so far ] are below the cut.
Part 1
Should anything happen to her before Daenerys’ return, the Seven Kingdoms will be without a queen and without an heir to ascend to the throne. And, without a queen or an heir, open war is likely to erupt between the already fragile peace that exists between the kingdoms.
Part 2
Something might happen if he leaves her side. It’s what she hears whispered in her mind. She hears all the gruesome and terrifying things that may happen should he depart from her side.
“When have I ever doubted your word?” Hal asks her. The words are murmured to her, chin braced against her shoulder. His hand abandons its place in her hair, dropping so that his arm can join his other and link protectively across her middle. ‘Never,’ Laira thinks to tell him. Such a thought startles her in a way. Her husband has always held her word in high regard.”
“I will keep you safe,” he promises her. “Both of you. Nothing is going to harm you. Not while I am here with you.”
Part 3
She grows leery of the maids that frequent her apartments within the Holdfast… grows leery of the food they bring her to sate her hunger through the day. It is unlike her to be fearful of such things. She has never allowed such thoughts to plague her before… not even when in exile across the sea where the Harpies played their malicious shadow games.
“I do not want you to leave,” Laira admits suddenly. There is no discussion of her reaction in the Small Council chamber, no discussion of her fleeing and hiding within their apartments. There is no discussion of her uncharacteristic reactions to matters. It doesn’t seem to matter to her… or to him. What matters most is that he hears her now. What matters most is that he listens to her. “Please do not leave,” she begs him.
Part 4
The remainder of the afternoon is uneventful. Laira sips at her tea –lemon and mint– as afternoon fades to evening. Nymeria departs from her earlier than in previous evenings. Laira does not complain, fatigue beginning to weigh heavily upon her. When she retires for the evening, she drinks the last of the tea from her cup before slipping into bed. There is little more than a quarter of the original pot left that had been brought to her and, she finds, she has no desire to finish it.
‘There are no innocent dragons,’ the voice growls.
Part 5
Her voice falls short. Blood gathers in the back of her throat and as she chokes on it, she sees nothing except for a lone crow perched upon a branch of Winterfell’s weirwood heart tree, its three red eyes blinking back at her.
Out among the trees within the garden, Laira hears the call of a crow. All at once, her head feels as though it is going to split open. She fears she may turn herself ill the pain is so much. Viserion turns her head with an angry sounding growl, spitting flame into a nearby pear tree. The tree catches flame with ease. There is a final panicked crow’s call before everything goes quiet.
“This city is a sickness,” Viserion growls, her melodic voice clear. She returns her head to the balcony, molten eyes pools of gold in the bright moonlight overhead. “We should leave,” she tells her little golden dragoness. “I will keep us safe,” she vows. “I will take us somewhere out enemies will be unable to reach us.”
Part 6
‘A foul beast has been tormenting you,’ the soft voice whispers. ‘He continues even now. He has turned his attention to your husband now that you are beyond reach.’ Had she still been trapped within the walls of the Red Keep, such whispers would have seen her dissolving into tears. There is something different about them here. The voice is different… the very tone so entirely different from the one she has come to know over the last weeks. ‘Call him here,’ the voice urges. ‘He will be safe here. This is where he should be. You must stay until the Bleeding Star rises and the stones splinter open.’
Part 7
Daenys wonders if her mama is being truthful in her story. It’s hard to imagine Mama crying over anything. It’s even harder imagining Papa doing so. Then she remembers that Papa says Mama never tells stories… not even when things are hard to say. She remembers that Papa says that if there is no one else he can count on, he can count on Mama and trust her with anything that he might need. She wraps her arms tighter around Mama’s neck with the thought and lets her head rest against her shoulder… just for a minute. If Papa can count on Mama with everything, then Daenys can too.
Torrhen leaves his daughters to their chatter and their play, confident in their protection within the godswood. Few came into the woods and those who did often came early in the mornings.
‘Aegon only ever seeks anything from me if it is of benefit or if it is of convenience for him. It is how he has always been.’
It is her chosen bit of reading from the previous night that inspired her dream, she knows. The oddity of the dreams is not lost upon her, though it is not the first time that she has dreamt of the Conquering Queen and the King Who Knelt. Why her mind is dwelling upon them of late, Laira cannot say. It is a preferred dream, though, when compared to those that haunted her within the walls of the Red Keep.
For a few moments, Laira lies awake, eyes looking over into the soft flames still lapping at the remnants of wood burning within the hearth. As she begins to drift back into slumber, she watches the flames and shadows dance along the dark stone. Once, she nearly convinces herself that she sees the likeness of a dragon dancing within the flames and along the smooth expanse of the stones that hold it. The likeness is gone within the next moment and never appears again as the queen begins to drift back to sleep.
Part 8
As Daenys looks up at her aunt, small hand brushing softly against Fyrebloom’s crimson scales, she frowns. Daenys can’t see any of her mama in Aunt Rhaenys. Mama’s eyes are dark violet where Aunt Rhaenys’ are pale lilac. Mama is tall where Aunt Rhaenys is short. And, Mama’s skin is the same pretty olive color that Daenys’ is while Aunt Rhaenys’ skin is paler. Even her aunt’s hair is different from her mama’s. Aunt Rhaenys’ is more gold while her mama’s looks like threads of spun silver.
Aunt Rhaenys reaches to rest a hand against her head and, when she does, Fyrebloom turns on her with a vicious snarl and a snap of her jaws. Her aunt just barely avoids having her hand snapped up in the small dragoness’ jaws.
“I don’t want to be Queen! I don’t want to marry Aenys!” Daenys shouts it back and, immediately, Fyrebloom is hissing and snapping her jaws towards her aunt. Daenys wants Aunt Rhaenys to go away. She wants her to go away so, so bad.
Visenya laughs at that, the sound low and dark sounding. “Is that your attempt at a threat, sister?” she questions, dark amethyst eyes staring down at her youngest sibling. “What will Aegon do?” she challenges. “Take my titles from me? Fly to Winterfell with Balerion? I dare him to try.” “Visenya…” “Balerion is old,” the eldest Queen continues on, her voice overtaking her sister’s. “She is difficult to rouse. Or, so the dragonkeepers tell me. She is prone to laziness now. She is slow.” Visenya steps closer to Rhaenys then, “I dare our brother to try some underhanded attempt against my family,” she admits. “If he does, Vhagar and I will rip the Black Dread and her rider from the skies.” The threat is there, laid bare for Rhaenys to take as she wishes. Visenya cares not if she runs to Aegon to tell what has been spoken. She will hold true to her spoken words should the necessity arise.
Part 9
Taking the book from her husband, Visenya turns it to face her, eyes glancing across the words on the page and those detailed along the top of the page in onyx and golden lettering. “The Great Other,” she reads aloud, body shifting nearer to his when she feels the slip of his hands under the edges of her chemise and up along the backs of her thighs. “A Northern tale?” she questions. There is no true interest for her in the text or its origins. It keeps her game alive, though… no matter how short the time. “One from across the sea,” he tells her, fingers drifting along the backs of her bare thighs. “It was among my mother’s collection. She always claimed it was given to her by an Essosi trader at White Harbor,” Torrhen explains. As he speaks, his hands roam higher, sweeping in until he can press his fingers along the inner plains of her thighs. There is no denying the flutter of the muscles as his fingers drift along his wife’s skin. “It is, supposedly, a text from Asshai by the Shadow. Given its translation, though, I am doubtful of its origins.” For a flicker of time, Visenya focuses less on what Torrhen speaks in answer to her and more on the press of his fingers trailing along the backs of her thighs and then up between them. “I am unfamiliar with it,” Visenya tells him, eyes glancing briefly across the words scrawled upon the page. “A tale linked with the Red God of the Asshai’i,” the Queen murmurs. As she speaks, eyes still drifting across the page, several phrases seem to jump forward. Lord of Darkness. God of Night and Terror. Soul of Ice.
“I do not want something to happen to you,” Visenya tells him, voice little more than a whisper. “Something could happen,” she goes on. Aegon had grown selfish and petty in recent years… had always been so, yet the conquering of six kingdoms had only amplified his nature. It would not be above him to strike Visenya at the points where it would hurt her most. As it was, there were three of them: her children, her husband, and Vhagar. Her brother will not be so foolish as to make an attempt on her children… not after their most recent discussion. He will not strike against Vhagar, either. Not when the dragoness is producing clutches of healthy dragon hatchlings. Aegon will not be above striking at Torrhen, though. He would do so just to make a point… just to hurt her in some unimaginable way.
Nothing more is said regarding Viserion’s observations. The dragoness slips into a quiet slumber while Laira keeps her seat along her garden bench. Dragonkin lies forgotten in her lap, page still open to the very one that she had ceased reading when Viserion’s questioning had begun. Much the same, her copy of the Jade Compendium still lies alongside her, having never been opened during her tenure out among the gardens.
Part 10
Listening to his response, Laira keeps her fingers busy against his skin. She hears him say more, yet struggles to discern what he says. All at once, her attention is drawn across her and Hal’s apartments to the paned windows on the opposite side of the space. She catches sight of something out beyond the glass. It is dark, moving about along the outer windowsill. Covered in shadow, it seems to be animal-like as the Queen watches it in its movements. Suddenly, a shadowed head snatches to look through the glass in her direction, three points of red light shining bright in the darkness. And, just for a brief moment, it feels as though a blade has been shoved through her temples.
“How many eyes does Lord Bloodraven have?” her voice mocks, fingers drumming along the arms of her chair. “A thousand eyes, and one, the answer goes. And yet, Lord Bloodraven, you have been blind.”
“Isn’t that how you dealt with Daemon?” she accuses. When he takes another threatening step towards her, her fingers reach to rest along the leathered grip of the sword resting along the top of her desk. A distraction. Nonetheless, Dark Sister is warm underneath her fingers. There is a comfort in that. “You have always been a coward. A coward and a kinslayer.”
The feel of Dark Sister being ripped from her flesh is far more painful than the initial strike. Shiera screams, crumbles into a mass of bloodied silver and pearl colored silks and shaking limbs. Blood has already started to gather in her throat. She feels herself choking on it, gasps for air. Above her, Bloodraven is now standing, the shaft of the broken arrow she’d used to attack him still protruding from his eye socket. His own face is a twisted and bloodied mess. “Did you truly believe that you could kill me so easily, Shiera?” He sheathes Dark Sister in her scabbard, the blade still bloody from her newest victim. “There is no place that you can go that I will not find you and put an end to you.”
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MUSE MUSIC MEME. * ( NO LONGER ACCEPTING. )
You sent four so I’m bouta go apeshit and do 4 songs oop. 👀
I’M NOT A SAINT. - BILLY RAFFOUL.
Well I’ve had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungsHad the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongueSunday morning getting high, drinking here aloneThinking up a brand new alibi for not coming homeAnd I’m sorry I say “fuck” so much.
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tryLord knows I’ve got habits to breakI’m really good at being good at goodbyesI’m gonna give you fair warning that II’m not a saint, but I could be if I tryLord knows I don’t learn from mistakesAnd I’m not here unless I’m here by your sideI’m not a saint, but I could be if I
I’m sure at this point it’s been made painfully aware how much Gavin depends on drinking, sex, fights and so on to cope with how he feels. (Although he doesn’t show it) and while he knows he shouldn’t do so he tends to self sabotage his relationships out of fear of rejection, which usually works. He tends to use it as a shield while also feeling guilty about it, as well as feeling angry and wanting someone to blame. It’s a sort of vicious cycle he’s in and he’d really rather be better because he knows he could be. Gavin is painfully smart, a lot smarter than I think he’s given credit for and a lot smarter than he lets on. It’s part of what makes him good at his job (and he is good at his job when he wants to be of course.)
Sober up and settle down, give a little talk‘Bout how I can’t keep from runnin’ ‘roundSay it’s not your fault, oh, ohAnd I’m sorry I lie so much
Gavin lies, he lies and fronts and is aggressive because that’s his only defense. He can’t seem to get out of the cycle he’s put himself into even though he knows he could be better and even though he knows it’s not exactly good for him. Misery is a comfort to him, it’s all he’s ever known, pain and being alone is what he understands and anything outside of that frightens him. It frightens him because he’s scared it will end, scared about how much it’s going to hurt when he has to go back to what he knows. And it’s a case of a self-fulfilling prophecy. He pushes people away or doesn’t try and eventually they leave and it solidifies that beliefe that he can’t be happy, that he doesn’t deserve it and that any happiness he feels is a fluke and will eventually end. It’s scary for him because he can’t control another person and he thrives on being in control, having it taken from him or having to be out of control is mortifying and he never wants to feel like how he felt when he was a kid ever again. Unfortunately, he’s gone to extremes to do so and sadly it’s worked just how it was supposed to, whether he intended to do it or not.
I’m gonna give you fair warning that IWill be the reason for the tears in your eyes
Gavin knows how he is. He knows he’s messy, depressed, angry, jealous and possessive. He knows how he acts and how he keeps people at bay and he doesn’t know how not to do so. So when someone gets close to him he tends to lock up and try to warn them, another sort of self-fulfilling prophecy type of situation where he uses it both as a means of keeping people at bay and at removing responsibility from himself to try and avoid guilt. A lot of the time he’ll use the “Well I told you– I told you how I was. This always happens. It was bound to happen again” stuff as an excuse because he hates how guilty he feels and he doesn’t want to admit that vulnerability.
GO FUCK YOURSELF. - TWO FEET.
Fucked and drank all nightActed all alrightHad no need to fightTonight, tonight
As stated previously, Gavin uses sex, alcohol and so on to cope. It definitely helps him to release his built up aggression, his need for touch, and control. Effectively, it’s the perfect means of guarding himself. He’s allowed to be in full control, he can play the role of a charming stranger for the night, he receives touch and sexual attention with no strings. Usually, if he’s looking to sate that need he’ll avoid fighting and opt instead for keeping his face unbattered to better catch people’s eyes. Men or women or whatever he doesn’t care. As long as he gets to be in control he enjoys it. Every now and then he caves and submits, is raw and relinquishes control to his fling and disappears into the night glad to never see them again and have to deal with the baggage and embarrassment of them knowing some weakness he perceives himself to have.
Cast me far awayPlay these little gamesActin’ all okayToday, today
Using his anger as a shield, as well as his rather rough behavior towards friends and coworkers, comes to him like second nature. He’s been doing it for so long he can’t imagine not pushing people away. It’s effectively the way he keeps people’s eyes off of him, no one cares to look for long when they don’t care and when they don’t really know how deep that hurt runs. He’d rather he keep people at a distance and that they return the favor, it’s much safer for him like that. Tina, Christ, they don’t know how much he carries around or just what he’s gone through. And he likes it like that.
ME, MYSELF & I. - G-EAZY & BEBE REXHA.
Oh, it’s just me, myself and ISolo ride until I die‘Cause I got me for life (Yeah)Oh, I don’t need a hand to holdEven when the night is coldI got that fire in my soul
Gavin effectively believes he’s going to die alone. He’s thought about it more than once, he’s thought about it when he was younger and he kind of tries to come to terms with that “fact” by ignoring it completely. He tries to convince himself and others that he’s better off alone and that he’ll be fine on his own. It’s a lie. He finds it really hard to trust people as a direct result of how much he was kicked around, abused, neglected and moved around like baggage as a child.
Hun, and as far as I can see, I just need privacyPlus a whole lot of tree, fuck all this modestyI just need space to do meGive the world what they’re tryna see […]‘Cause this hunger is drivin’ me, yeahI just need to be alone, I just need to be at homeUnderstand what I’m speakin’ onIf time is money I need a loanBut regardless I’ll always keep keepin’ onFuck fake friends!We don’t take L’s, we just make M’sWhile y'all follow, we just make trendsI’m right back to work when that break ends, yeah.
Everyone else in the precinct effectively has some kind of life, something outside of work. In my own personal headcanons, Tina is married, Chris is a father, Hank is babysitting Connor now that he works there. (no one with these muses has to agree to these I was just trying to flesh out the world Gavin is involved in) Everyone but Gavin at the office seems to have some sort of family or closeness outside of work. Gavin, however, does not. He’s given everything he can to this job, his career is everything to him and he uses it to keep people at bay once again. He is absolutely a very intelligent and driven man underneath all of his issues, and he’s smart enough to be bothered by the fact that he feels incredibly lonely. Yet, instead of changing, he once again just delves into his work, using anger as a means to guard himself claiming that he just needs his privacy, wants to focus on his career, trying to use his hunger to advance his career as a means to put himself above his coworkers.
Yeah, and I don’t like talkin’ to strangersSo get the fuck off me, I’m anxiousI’m tryna be cool, but I may just go ape shitSay “Fuck y'all!” to all of y'all facesIt changes though now that I’m famousEveryone knows how this lifestyle is dangerousBut I love it, the rush is amazin’Celebrate nightly and everyone ragesI found how to cope with my angersI’m swimmin’ in moneySwimmin’ in liquor, my liver is muddyBut it’s all good, I’m still sippin’ this bubblyThis shit is lovely, this shit ain’t random, I didn’t get luckyMade it right here ‘cause I’m sick with it, cuddyThey all take the money for grantedBut don’t want to work for it—tell me now, isn’t it funny? (Nah)
I really really think that Gav actually has anxiety and depression as a result of his trauma. This isn’t made very stereotypically obvious as he uses his sort of brutality and anger to overcompensate and impress people. But he can’t stand silence. He tends to bury that anxiety beneath his anger so he can more “safely” express it as “Fuck you”s and so on. Coping with his feelings via alcohol, fighting, looking for an adrenaline rush. He’s absolutely reckless sometimes both because he doesn’t care, and because he absolutely thinks he’s smart enough to get away with it. The success he’s achieved thus far isn’t something he ever places on luck no matter what, it’s the one thing he holds firm on that he worked hard for and he will without a doubt drag you if you’re not willing to put the time into your craft or goals to achieve it.
Yeah, lonely nights I laid awakePray to Lord my soul to takeMy heart’s become too cold to breakKnow I’m great, but I’m broke as hellHavin’ dreams that I’m foldin’ cakeAll my life I’ve been told to waitBut I'ma get it now, yeah, it’s no debate.
The detective has spent a lot of time on his own, that’s no surprise and I’ve probably overstated it at this point. The nights he doesn’t go out looking for a fight or fuck are… much worse honestly. He drinks himself into sleeping after a night of blasting music, screaming and howling into the night, breaking things and punching walls. Knowing full well he’s exempt from noise complaints being filed because of the landlord. He tries to do anything to drown out the noise in his head. Reed is completely aware of how cold he is, it keeps him safe but he’s absolutely broken up about it, although he’d never admit it and tries never to show it. Emotions have never been “safe” for Gavin to show, he’s been screamed at relentless inches from his face for it as a child, for crying for being sad, for being a child. Always pushed aside, never made a priority until much later in his life, until he self-sabotaged that too. Now that he’s been on his own for so long he’s not stopping for anything anymore, he’s going for what he wants and only what he wants even if it destroys him. He is angry and wounded about his past still and wants to hurt people because of it, wants to take it out on them, despite knowing it’s not really their fault. It’s just another unhealthy outlet.
ASSHOLE. - HOOLIGAN CHASE. (TW: FOR DRUG MENT.)
Baby, I’m a bad boy, I might hurt youI need a therapist and a perc too[…] I ain’t got no drugs, I’m turnin’ to an asshole
This song effectively encompasses everything about Gavin’s front. It’s a lot more vulgar and Horny than the other songs on his playlist, the entire beat just radiates his energy and so do some really key lyrics. Reed, as stated before, tends to warn people that he’s an asshole when he’s gotten into relationships as a means of omitting guilt “when” it goes wrong and to keep himself safe. Despite being a cop now, Gav’s nose wasn’t always clean for lack of a better phrase. (While he’s mostly clean now he narrowly avoided getting into quite a lot of trouble.) While he’s aware he needs some form of professional help subconsciously, he’s far too afraid to get it for himself and doesn’t really see a point as he views himself a bit like a lost cause.
#tw: drug mention#// drug mention#this is so long oh my god im sorry#but also thank you for letting me scream abt this man#missioncoded#* [ out of character. ] » ⟨ 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙨. 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. ⟩#* [ asks. ] » ⟨ 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙙’𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩? ⟩#* [ headcanon. ] » ⟨ 𝘿𝙋𝘿 > 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 > 𝙙𝙚𝙩. 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣 𝙛. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙. ⟩
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frankie is lonely. she is so achingly lonely to her core.
as a child, she couldn’t make her mother love her (she was too loud, too energetic. wanted too much) and that's stained every relationship she's ever had moving forward. with her grandparents, she should have been able to flourish. they were loving and kind to her, but they expected her to behave in a certain type of way to receive this affection. frankie bears no resentment toward them, at least not in her main verse, she believes their actions were never done with malicious intent. but it was always very clear to her that if she didn't sit down and remain well behaved and stay quiet and GOOD, it would lead to a type of tired distance within her grandparents. they'd already faced one wild child with frankie's mother and had no interest in repeating the pattern. she was their obedient girl during the day, but a storm of a person at night participating in a myriad of harmful acts. toward herself, toward others, she just wanted to feel something.
as an adult now, she’s desperate for love, for companionship of any kind. doesn’t matter which type; platonic, romantic, familial, etc. but she can’t seem to hang onto it or keep people in her life. she can’t tone herself down to be more palatable to others. behaving, faking it as she did for her grandparents, feels as good as being dead. and while she can pretend to be someone she isn’t, it sucks the vibrance from her soul if she ends up doing it for too long. she becomes hollow and especially cruel. and because of this, her behavior tends to push people away. it’s not a purposeful act on her part, she's just A LOT.
she has a very transactional understanding of relationships. if you do this, if you give this; you are worthy. but if you are not actively serving something or someone, you are not deserving of love. if she doesn't have a purpose, she doesn't have anything. this led her to becoming a nurse, wanting to be in a role where she was constantly needed. but her own addictive tendencies and need for freedom kept her from making it in that field. she truly is her own worst enemy.
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— why do we hunger so for vicious things, our wishes bend the statues of gods. independent portrayal of supreme leader kylo ren as originally seen in the star wars sequel trilogy, entirely rewritten on the basis of headcanons, ft. him as the overarching antagonist of the sequels. permanent low activity. as prophesied by doll, she / her, 18+.
(*) carrd. (*) visuals. (*) pinterest. (*) find me: darkling. multi.
an exploration in . . . the conquest for power, descent into madness, the longing for the innate dark, pilgrimage in reverse and the dismantlement of faith, becoming the god of oneself, the debate of determinism and free will, hunger as an allegory for desire, and the catharsis of tragedies.
#pinned introduction.#last updated : 08 / 07 / '22.#as of 29 / 06 / '23: carrd is down for maintenance!
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Image Text: A Wilde Week 16 November to 22 November
“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” Oscar Wilde.
Image Description: The bust of a white man with shoulder length dark hair wearing an orange suit with a green carnation pinned to the lapel and a blue tie. He has a scar down the left hand side of his face and is smiling.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSCAR WILDE!
In celebration of the birth of the real life inspiration for Alex’s Rusty Quill Gaming NPC we are holding a Wilde Week of art and fic! Each day of the week there will be a prompt that will hopefully inspire you to create content surrounding Erasing The Line’s most beloved bard.
Prompts
Day 1 - "Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."
Forgiveness | Revenge | Apathy
Day 2 - “Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.”
Remembering | Forgetting | Recording
Day 3 - "One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them."
Feast | Hunger | Treats
Day 4 - "To live is the rarest thing in the world."
Life | Death | Survival
Day 5 - "Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious"
Meritocrats/Harlequins | Virtues | Viciousness
Day 6 - “A good friend will always stab you in the front.”
Betrayal | Loyalty | Blood
Day 7 - "The truth is rarely pure and never simple."
Truth | Lies | Omissions
Rules:
1. All types of art are welcome, including every length of fic, visual art either digital or traditional, crafts, fanmixes, moodboards, poetry, prose, even meta can be included.
2. This is a mature rated event. Even so, all explicit/nsfw/over PG-13 material MUST be properly tagged. Non-tagged explicit material will not be reblogged here or added to any subsequent AO3 collections. Please, if you are a reader/viewer, heed the tags. Stay safe!
3. All headcanons/interpretations of RQG characters are welcome and encouraged.
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5. Please tag any work you would wish to have included in AO3 collections or reblogged here as #a wilde week 2020. This will mean our mods can find it and add here and circulate it!
If for whatever reason you don’t want us to reblog it here or add it to a collection that’s fine! We would still REALLY LOVE TO READ IT THOUGH. Feel free to tag it with the regular RQGaming tags, but if it isn’t tagged with #a wilde week 2020 we will leave it alone.
6. Ask box is open, if you have any queries, please feel free to drop them here and we’ll get to them as soon as possible.
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beyond-far-horizons
This is awesome and because *hangs head in shame* I dont play the games (i'm a noob with no money and my parents never let me have video games so I just like the story okay?) I have never seen this bit.
I ADORE multiverse/underworld stuff as you know or perhaps you don't as I don't know how far I got explaining Aeq and Midnight Palace but it is FULL of that stuff. I love the symbolism and it is very Jungian (I am the Priest of Jung okay, welcome to the New Testament of Jess!) But I need to sleep rn so we can get to it later.
Thank you for showing me because then I can reference it if I have time but I have so many other things going on right now and dunno I love fanfic and these stories but then I get down because I get virtually no response and I need that interaction to continue. It is my luck to always like dead fandoms with minor prequel characters I guess...still I do feel the fanfic has improved my writing and vice versa
I was thinking alot about hell and demons and what 'heaven' would be as I had a very detailed review on FF.net asking me all this questions, like why Sparda would long for the light if he is a demon and dunno, it always comes back to my pet theories of light and dark and the union of opposites. Sparda is so interesting because I feel he came to 'justice' on his own but probably also cemented by this mysterious priestess who he had to sacrifice. At least that is the way
the way I would go if I was developing the lore or a prequel game. It seems the most juicy option. Anyways this 'light' ties into my feelings about the transcendent, this higher power/reality urging all to grow and develop. I guess I would see demons as base and vicious aspects of reality and sources of wild and violent energy - very much as both Jung and early cultures saw them or primal gods or 'titans'.
It's also why I have a headcanon Sparda a)is fascinated by humans - they have the same struggles as him and b)he has a huge library on religions of the world, history, philosophy and science because he is still trying to discover the nature of reality just like Eva and this is what really brings them together. I wrote this line last night when Eva looks at all the books 'So you devour our souls metaphorically instead of physically now?'
I debated on making Sparda saintly, like he has already has his struggle and is now secure in himself but that isn't interesting to me plus you know our shared love of fighting with the feral nature to ultimately make the person better. Plus I kinda like the romantic angst that way like with MadaMito hehe
Okay I need to go to bed now.
Ok, prepare for huge contrived reply incoming...
First of all. What??
I hate when parents do this. I’m so sorry, I never knew about it... I really hate this.
Video games are just another media, I never understood why people would pick on that and forbid their child from having some fun. FFS.
If you want to play something some day I’ll always be there to help you installing, finding them, etc.. whatever you might need. Or even just finding anything related to games, etc.. I don’t play much these days as you know the multiple reasons but it was such an important part of my life I can barely imagine being cut out from this, even thought we always had old consoles this was very important.
About Sparda and the fic. I need to be sincere and say I’m taking so long to reply for two reasons. First because I LOVE the way you wrote Sparda but I was afraid of being too simplistic with my reply so I delved a lot on things...
But... tah-dah : I lost the huge reply I had wrote before. My note has 0 battery so its glued to the wall and it just turns off sometimes suddenly and I’m dumb and don’t save things so yeah. I kinda lost myself and got angry about that.
Anyway, I understand what you said here, especially your feelings about the fic, in many ways I can see how my fandom views reflect in the original world I’m making, and the inverse is contrary. There are many parallels. It really helps and fandom work is as worthy as original, imo, I’ve been thinking about this. Our obsession with prequels and obscure characters has a reason and that is exactly because we want to explore what is hidden behind the veil... exploring the possibilities.
Sometimes it comes to shipping speculation, and this too has a reason.
Thinking about your views on Sparda and Eva, I thought a lot on what it truly means to write or develop an obscure ship and why we are so interested in that (think about that, many of our common favorite characters from prequels, etc..)
I came to the conclusion that in Eva/Sparda just like in many of our other ships, has the common theme of the heroin facing her ‘dark reflection’, her ‘animus’ as Jung would say (OH BOY I’m entering that with you), and she, at first rejects it like she reflects her own darker aspects, her unconscious… its abhorrent for her so she seeks to destroy it as rapidly as possible as seen by Eva’s renewed determination after learning Sparda’s true nature in chapter 1. The animus represents her doubts and unconscious... However what we see in your story is much more interesting.
Most stories of this kind focus solely in the female aspect changing from her interactions with the male, who is already developed, but here we have Eva being able to re-awaken some viciousness in Sparda when it seems he has been quite restrained from quite some time (centuries) but also, something that is much more interesting.. it calls to his own determination and his own personal story and sacrifice, for some reason his ‘lust’ and brush with the dark side makes it all more important and more powerful than if he simply had been saintly at that point, like you said. It makes he revisit it all and ponder.
I love how you added lines of ‘temptation’ from Mundus, part of Sparda seeks to surrender to his ‘nature’ as its just so easy, like slip in a pair of old shoes... while the priestess memory, albeit silently, fights it and reminds him of his struggle and his ideals and ultimately her sacrifice which was also his own sacrifice (of his old ways). I think his darker side has been neglected and I think you will use this to develop Sparda into greater heights. Its great we get to see this in the actual story and he is not perfect, but he certainly is incredible.
Also, just as a side-note I loved how you described his hunger as mostly non-carnal as he glimpses her spirit and its light... when we see Sparda’s POV we get reminded every time of his non-human nature and his non-human perception of things which is clearly different. A demon’s prey is not flesh but spirit and this makes a lot of sense and a lot of potential.
To sum it up, you snatched the best of both worlds and is about to develop both characters under a relationship, as they have a lot to learn and gain from each other. I think this is the way your narrative is going, more or less.
These developments are unique aspects which I find extremely interesting and you are doing this in such a genial way and I can see already by the end of the latest chapter the strings of the themes I mentioned are pulled and ready to be followed.
So yeah, they’re in for a journey of development together. Neither of them starts the story as a ‘perfect’ entity either way... This was shown in a very nice way as you pointed out misconceptions regarding both sides involving the duo of protagonists.
“I was thinking alot about hell and demons and what 'heaven' would be as I had a very detailed review on FF.net asking me all this questions, like why Sparda would long for the light if he is a demon and dunno, it always comes back to my pet theories of light and dark and the union of opposites. Sparda is so interesting because I feel he came to 'justice' on his own but probably also cemented by this mysterious priestess who he had to sacrifice. At least that is the way I would go if I was developing the lore or a prequel game. It seems the most juicy option. Anyways this 'light' ties into my feelings about the transcendent, this higher power/reality urging all to grow and develop. I guess I would see demons as base and vicious aspects of reality and sources of wild and violent energy - very much as both Jung and early cultures saw them or primal gods or 'titans'.”
I abstained a bit from the conversation earlier as I feared my careless/godless (lmao) perception was too disturbing for you or anyone but I also pondered on concepts such as heaven and hell, salvation, damnation, etc.. when considering Sparda’s tale. I know DMC isn't Christianity but its imagery is somewhat based on Abrahamic religion/mythos so I’m bound to take in consideration some of my ideas regarding biblical mythology, as in...
When I started reading the bible so long ago it always puzzled me to imagine what exactly were angels/demons. I mean, are they even able to think in the same way as us?? Or are them more like ‘robots’, AI following orders (especially angels sometimes strikes me as that) and perhaps demons are those ‘robots’ that rebelled against their determined function, idk.
Something I wondered more than a decade ago was if demons in the bible are truly lost in every way so I started thinking within the dmc setting. I’m interested in that all and those things I mentioned. The interesting part is that I once asked that to my catechist if demons could be redeemed (lmao I was crazy, I know, but bored above all). She was at first very mad with me (she was always) but she reluctantly told me that demons had known god up close and felt his power so their sin in not following him is much bigger than a human’s, something of the sorts. So it sounded like they are also able to choose their way and I sort of apply this to dmc, lol. I’m weird, I know...
Are they capable or ‘worthy’ of forgiveness, because demons in dmc clearly have free will and thought like us, or at least similar to us. Some of them, like Sparda have clearly a lot of intellect, but like you said... others are very ‘primal’. Perhaps this is the key. The ‘evolved’ demon develops intellect and power... perhaps you are in the right track and it goes hand in hand? Does this make any sense?? The more powerful and developed they are, the more they develop ‘higher brain functions’ and star resembling a human more, idk because the lower demons in dmc are clearly more animal-like and primal while Sparda has a human-like shape and intellect.
I think I know where we are going and this looks like both angels and demons are actually a ‘reflection’ of human psyche. So, demons are the primal ancient aspects of the brain are somehow walking around hell just like that, while heaven and its inhabitants are mysterious. I really like the way you described hell and its inhabitants, it makes a lot of sense to imagine it as a part of human psyche embodied, in a way. I imagine Heaven as the exact inverse of Hell so it has its own creatures and they’re born from ‘order’ instead of chaos as stated above.
We have Bayonetta as a source of inspiration and I think its very valid to use that in order to understand Sparda. Heaven isn’t exactly good there, is it? In fact it appears like a very controlling environment.
Hell: Primal, violent, survival of the fittest anyone? Hell inhabitants embodied the most basic aspects of the brain, as you said.
Heaven: It might stem from higher planes of thinking and represent the more ‘sublime’ or ‘newer’ aspects of the evolving mammal brain.
It might make an easy choice for heaven but also such tight atmosphere is bound to become stagnant, it is no longer permitting flaws and strong emotions (thus angels look apathetic af in Bayonetta).
It might seem at first glance that heaven is good, hell is bad, however I think, if you delve into heaven you might realize the beings born there might be too ‘disembodied’ as they represent exactly those parts of human psyche which are the most sublime. Let me explain, I always felt like too much spirituality tends to make people leave behind the reality of things, it might make them lack empathy for living beings who have to commit difficult decisions on a living basis, basic survival, starvation, the struggle for life, etc..
Think about enlightenment and Bodhisattva, also the rituals of mortification which are legit scary and reminds me of this concept as only those who leave behind all that is ‘mortal’ and are detached to an extreme, can reach Nirvana. I know this has not much to do with Christianity but even in this religion we find analogous associations regarding detachment as divine and saintly. Its also harmful in a way, or am I reaching? While too much focus on the primal/carnal leads to obvious horrible things: vice and chaos; too much detachment leads to apathy.
I do think some level of detachment is necessary to reach happiness but too much of it makes people forget the reality of life and makes them not able to relate anymore to the ones around them, as the focus becomes solely spiritual it kind of deafens them to the ‘real world’ and ignore it.
This is all about reaching a balance as its is our favorite theme, too much light is bad, too much darkness is bad, etc.. or else the story would fall into itself as the reality of the three settings (heaven, hell, earth) would be rigid.
So here we have a darker aspect of heaven, imo, to balance things out.
Heaven is clearly ‘order’ and hell is ‘chaos’ so we might as well find a balance... our favorite theme as always. The fact that one being like Sparda, born amidst ultimate chaos would gaze upward in delight and desire something else doesn't surprise me. The fact is he could be bitter about it, you even gave away the line on your fic where Sparda mentions he has been denied ‘light’. I wonder what exactly that means and this is one of my favorite aspects of your Sparda is that he is aware of his condition and even thought he worked against it its still lingering to him.. like his own flickering appearance.
But he hasn’t made his way up to heaven, huh?
So its not a far reach to believe in it (that he desired ‘light’, whatever it is) but my personal belief is that too much ‘light’ is not good either and Sparda realized the beauty in flawed humanity, which sits right in the middle of light and darkness, order and chaos... that’s why he became enamored by the concept of humanity and all the struggle our own condition imposes upon us.
For me this is an archetypal theme.
Just food for thought.
The matter is... how? What exactly awakened him to justice?
This makes stuff much more interesting. This was a huge ramble, I know but I needed to develop this and see if it works,
It's also why I have a headcanon Sparda a)is fascinated by humans - they have the same struggles as him and b)he has a huge library on religions of the world, history, philosophy and science because he is still trying to discover the nature of reality just like Eva and this is what really brings them together. I wrote this line last night when Eva looks at all the books 'So you devour our souls metaphorically instead of physically now?'
So yeah, about a) I’m totally with you and I can see why Sparda would empathize with humans, as I talked earlier and I think my explanation on why Sparda would be fascinated by humans instead of ‘angels’ is made up above and I hope this doesn't sound too weird, just my line of thought.
As a demon, he’s born from a very ‘imperfect’ reality. He knows how shitty things can be... Now I really wonder how his life was before he ‘awakened to justice’ he must have witnessed some remarkably horrible things in his life..
Under the setting I mentioned, it would be I think its kinda easier for a demon to do this since angels would be too stuck up in their haven, idk so this is how Sparda, the unlikely hero is the first of these beings to take arms and defend humanity. Sparda is so special as he was the one to side with humans by his own decision and free will. What a guy!
I debated on making Sparda saintly, like he has already has his struggle and is now secure in himself but that isn't interesting to me plus you know our shared love of fighting with the feral nature to ultimately make the person better. Plus I kinda like the romantic angst that way like with MadaMito hehe
I’m glad you didn't! This is probably a gradual process even thought they say he ‘awakened to justice’ which makes it seem like he suddenly just did so I believe he had brewing feelings from his life as a demon in hell...
He must have been such an unique individual to perceive truths his peers where not ready to learn and truly, an act of rebellion against the system itself coming from someone who is ‘supposed’ to do only harm is really something we want to see on screen and I’m so glad you didn't simplify it as being a single event in his life.
I’m really in love with this theme because it shows these beings are able to change their own destinies, even someone with such dark origins.
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frankie thrives in the heat like a lizard. with her fair complexion, she burns super easily. but those burns turn to freckles, which is why she's covered in them ✨😌
#“ ⍀ headcanon. « we hunger so for vicious things.#( beach fiend!! )#( her normal temp is always warm af )#( she's hot blooded )#( so the heat isn't so jarring to her )#( anyway what im saying is go suntanning with her rn )
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the f in frankie stands for dominant top.
#“ ⍀ headcanon. « we hunger so for vicious things.#( not a real hc but it's not not so )#( here's this )
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