Hmmm just gonna spit this headcanon out in text post form since A. I don't think I could exposit it well enough in image form and B. It's not actually textually/thematically substantiated and I don't like actually staking my stuff on just vibes alone*
But anyway. I'd say it's pretty evident that all the islanders forgot their names, right? King obviously. Because why the hell else would he do that, but also Siffrin No Middle Names No Last Name.
They're 'pretty sure' they've 'always' been 'Just Siffrin' 'as long as they can remember'. It's a pretty cruel twist of the knife to say that they don't even get to keep their birth name as a memento, which is why I'm saying as such.
My utterly unsubstantiated claim is I think it'd be cute to say that Sisyphus *is* the name Siffrin initially picked, assuming the myth of King Sisyphus is recontextualised as idk, just a play or something in the setting. But I like the idea of Siffrin going 'oh shit 🫵 he's just like me fr' at a tortured fictional character long before the irony kicks in.
As for how Sisyphus -> Siffrin. I think that chronic mumbler and emotional doormat Sif just did not correct people who misheard the name during their time travelling, and went through enough places with incompatible phonologies (pronounceable sounds in the language) without ever really writing it down that it just got kinda. Changed until it was unrecognisable, and Siffrin just went with it until the earlier pronunciations slipped out of their swiss-cheese brain. And they just kinda don't remember any of that.
Also, something something the horrid realisation that Siffrin also named themselves after a King. Just not as blatantly.
*(though I think there's something here about Siffrin, a guy from a belief system that seems to thoroughly disincentivise autonomy and self-motivated choice continuously having their hand forced to make changes/choices they don't want but have no choice but to... It's not solid enough to really back this up tbh, but it informs it.)
Anyway.
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sometimes her family looks at me and their tongues curl around the name of a dead girl
i stare them in the eyes with an unfamiliar smile until they swallow it down uncomfortably
they do not know what i am
all anyone knows is that she went away and i came back in her place
i wear her skin
i carry her flesh and bones and puppet them as if they were mine
but they do not fit me
and so her family wails and cries:
how could i desecrate her memory?
how could i even consider changing her body?
how could i mutilate her?
she is not the one being mutilated
i have sliced and torn and ripped away parts of my soul to try and fit this body, yet it slowly rots around me
i can feel it coming apart at the seams from the pressure of containing even fragments of me
and still they call me her name, as if they cannot smell the stench of death
i understand that they loved her
they miss her
they mourn for her
they think that i am doing this to hurt them her
can they not see that dragging around this corpse under the guise of being her is more disrespectful to her memory than anything else?
can they not see that i loved her too?
the girl is dead
but the body remains
i will reshape it to fit me
and it will be my turn to live.
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Bad and Foolish being immortal makes their relationship make so much sense
That being said, Bad and Foolish's friendship to me is the same as the one this Colombian friend group I once met had
Let me explain...
I went to an exchange program once where 4 schools from 4 different countries would be given the chance to have 4 students go to Germany
The people from Colombia explained to us that in their country, most people go to public school, and a lot of private schools are extremely exclusive
Their school happened to be so exclusive that most classes had around 5 people
So for most of your life you saw the same 4 people at school
They seemed to always be either very close or genuinely hate each other. There was this one girl that the other 3 had at arm's length a lot of the time, but they would still hang out and talk casually
I didn't talk much with them myself, but the people I was traveling with confirmed that they seemed to be very toxic; doing things against the other, getting mad at each other about it, and then go clubbing together the next day as if nothing happened.
Because you kind of have to get along, you're gonna see them every single school day until you graduate. If you had more classmates, you could allow yourself to ignore them; but whether you like it or not, they're gonna be a constant in your life.
Now, imagine being immortal. You see most people around you die at some point (if you stay long enough for that), maybe you've even killed some people yourself.
They all come and go, in and out of your mind in a blink.
But there's this one guy you keep encountering. You've known him for a long time, which doesn't happen a lot.
Every few hundreds of years you'd cross paths and hang out. Because... why not? It's one of the only familiar faces you can think of
Sometimes, you get along. Sometimes you don't. Either way, you're still gonna gravitate towards each other and strike conversation every single time
Now you're forced to be in the same place. Of course you're gonna hang out!
You have the weirdest possible conversations (You've already talked about everything else)
You slap him with a fish for hours, you let him slap you with a fish for hours (you've got the patience for it, you've done worst things for longer and the gods know you have the time)
You electrocute him, prank him, flirt with him, offer him emotional support, set him on fire, compliment him, insult him, falsely accuse him of murder, you plan his murder right in front of him, you plan other people's murder together, you tell him your most secret plan, you know when he's hiding things from you
Because he probably knows you more than most people
Because he's your friend
Because he's your sworn enemy
Because what else are you supposed to do
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au where obi-wan is just havin a cup of tea and readin a bit of a book and anakin bursts into his quarters looking halfway to insane and blabbering absolute nonsense and then he just looks at obi-wan and says fuck it and kisses him before he storms back out
meanwhile anakin’s been stuck in a time loop for ages now and he’s halfway to insane because no one remembers anything but him so what if just one day he gives into the urge to kiss/sleep with his master it’s just one time and no one else will remember it!!!
only for the time loop to break because of that kiss and the next day obi-wan is like ?? are we gonna talk about it??
and anakin (having burst in again, thinking this is another reset of the loop) is like ‘what, the fact that that romance novel is yours and not ahsoka’s?’
and obi-wan is like ‘nO (but it is ahsoka’s) im referring to the fact that you shoved your tongue down my throat this time yesterday!!’
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