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ear-worthy · 2 years ago

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"Skyline Drive" Podcast: Astrology & Skepticism Clash In This First Season

A podcast on astrology? Really? How about a podcast on phrenology? Or alchemy?

For many, astrology is that belief that tends to mark an acolyte as someone "a little bit out there."

When Mangesh Hattikudur (Part-Time Genius podcast and Humans Growing Stuff) set out to do a big, sweeping show on astrology, he didn’t realize the first interview would change the course of his life. But as he tries to put his world back together, he realizes the incredible ways that astrology presents itself in modern society: from NASA employees who keep their belief in astrology in the closet, to world leaders who’ve used astrologers to guide foreign policy, to moneyball statisticians who use astrology more than statistics to build baseball teams, to a little shop in India where your fortune was written for you centuries ago, and is waiting for you to come to claim it.

Over the course of eight episodes, Mangesh is attempting to decipher why we keep looking to the stars for answers, and what happens when you don’t believe in astrology, but astrology keeps happening to you.

The name of this podcast, which began November 29, 2022 is Skyline Drive by iHeart.

The podcast is running its first season now, with eight episodes planned in addition to several minisodes already released. The latest episode -- George and the Experience Treadmill -- introduces us to George, whose dating life is full of women who are into astrology, which George is most definitely not. Then the host's mother explains a bizarre curse that has plagued their family for generations, and why your astrologer might ask you to marry a tree. If you do, pick an oak. They're much more reliable and trustworthy in a long-term, 400-year-long relationship.

The host of this weird mix is Mangesh Hattikudur, an American businessman who is the co-founder of the American humor magazine Mental Floss, which he started with Will Pearson when both were students at Duke University.In June 2017, Will and Mangesh Hattikudur began producing the podcast Part Time Genius,a variety style knowledge show, created in partnership with HowStuffWorks.

If you're skeptical of astrology and its relevance, consider that research dating back as far as 400 B.C blamed the behavioral changes on the pull of the moon. The word ‘lunatic’ after all, came from the idea that changes in the mental state were related to lunar cycles, according to Healthline.

So far in this first season, Hattikudur has introduced us to a therapist who uses astrology to better understand her clients. In mid-December, the podcast explored the astrological beliefs of one, President Ronald Reagan. According to The New Yorker,“Reagan consulted an astrologer before ‘virtually every major move and decision’ including his reelection announcement.” Before Reagan, President Theodore Roosevelt would also often quote horoscopes and kept his birth chart in his drawing-room.

Then, a late December episode introduced readers to baseball astrology while in early January the host released the first minisode, a shorter, 18-minute episode. In this case, the show spoke to Maxine Taylor, who is billed as CNN's first astrologer. Does Wolf Blitzer know about this?

In a mid-January 2023 episode, Hattikudur learns how astrology is affecting the world of C-sections and discusses reading babies' palms in utero. Will the baby use a binky? Will it be born a Republican or a Democrat?

Astrology as we know it originated in Babylon. Some of the first astrological records date back as early as 4000 BCE, in the cultural region known as Babylonia. Babylonians observed and recorded the movement of planets and stars. These astrologers built the foundation for the Greek and Hellenistic astrological practices, and now influencing Western Astrology.

For context, each of the twelve Zodiac signs is associated with one of four elements: water, fire, air, and earth. The qualities of these elements link directly to the qualities of the signs.

Many assume that they have only one sign that’s based on their date of birth. That sign is known as the sun sign, but there are many others, including a sign for each planet and 12 different houses. The “big three” are your sun, moon, and rising sign, revealing information around your personality, emotions, vulnerability and how you love. You need your birthdate, birth location, and time (as accurate as possible) in order to retrieve your birth chart that will help reveal your “big three.”

Clearly, you have to check out this podcast. You may doubt, scoff, or ridicule, but listen first.

In episode one, host Mangesh Hattikudur began his journey into the weird, wonderful world of astrology with a little help from: his mom, a science writer, a famous musician, and one very sneaky author. But when an ominous prediction suddenly comes true, his life turns upside down.

Don't deprive your ears of a podcast that mixes science, astrology, ancient curses, family secrets, presidential prognosticating, and uncannily precise predictions into a slurry of self-discovery, skepticism, historical review, and family drama.

Finally, let me read your daily horoscope. Today, you will read this article, curse the writer, but then click on the link and listen to Skyline Drive.

#podcast #astrology

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unremarkable-comic · 3 years ago

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Zoa Marintana

☾ - At a Glance - ☽

★ Gender - Cis female (she/her) ★ Orientation - Pansexual ★ Age - 38 ★ Birthday - 11 Gloiris (28 Apr) ★ Occupation - Botanist, professor ★ Species - Human, demigod

★ MBTI - ESTJ ★ Archetype - The Explorer ★ Alignment - Chaotic good ★ Role - Supporting

★ Appearance / Aesthetics A strong woman with relatively long, wild dark hair. She's dealing with some magical necrosis at the moment. Blues and greens are a good palette for her! I haven’t drawn her yet since she doesn’t show up right away in the story but she’s gorgeous trust me ok. Birthmark on her right shoulder blade.

☾ - Character - ☽

★ Personality Swift, no-nonsense, and keen as a hawk. Zoa is an ace and she knows it. She's confident, but not cocky, only taking highly calculated risks once she's weighed all the options. She's also rather quick on her feet with a knack for getting out of tight situations. A natural leader who’s quite proud of her power. A “no” to her is simply an invitation to find another way to her goal.

Zoa is highly inquisitive and loves to learn, especially about the natural world. She's a bit of a nerd in that respect and could really just talk about trees all day if she thought anyone would listen. Before she was captured by pirates, she was a botany professor and would gleefully force her students to do so on the daily.

★ Magic Water and earth based Heart and Eye magic. She can communicate with plants and animals and command them to do her bidding, as well as can use aquamancy/aquakinesis to an extent. Sometimes, too, Palaamia fights back when she tries to use her magic because of the pain. Zoa can alter surface tension, alter the humidity of an area and do that good Mantis Shrimp Punch™. Currently, the magic drain is causing a form of necrosis to her body and abilities which manifests physically in patches on her body that look like cooling lava. It’s slowly killing both she and Palaamia. Zoa has a hypothetical affinity for healing, but is unable to access it because of her affliction. She's also pretty empathetic.

Zoa’s Lume is a peryton named Rhistel. Her screbe is made of wood and resin.

☾ - Life and Details - ☽

★ History Zoa comes from a long line of wealthy starbinders. When she was very young, a Lunar Acolyte (TBN) appeared to her and told her that she was the reincarnated version of Remion, Palaamia's child. But she had to promise to keep it a secret at all costs. And so, Zoa grew up pretending she was just a normal starbinder kid like the rest of them. It wasn’t easy, though, as her power was much more powerful than those of her peers at times. As she grew in her magic, Palaamia's four Acolytes befriended and trained her. They grew very close.

But one day, everything changed. When she was a teenager, one of Nulgol's Fallen Stars found her and disguised itself as an Acolyte to gain her trust. Then, it attempted to steal her Spark. The real Acolyte came to her defense, but was gravely injured and Zoa's Spark was damaged. A dark, necrotic magical affliction overtook Zoa and remains to this day, making her magic volatile and work against her. She hasn't seen the Acolytes since.

Terrified and ashamed, she never told anyone about the necrosis. Then, during a magic lesson at school, it caused her magic to accidentally harm several of her Lume, classmates, and professor. Gravely. She didn't intend for this to happen of course, but that didn't matter. She was expelled and brought shame upon her family name. Her Lume abandoned her. Zoa moved far away from the city where she'd grown up, looking for a new life to start over with.

She'd always loved trees, so across the sea, she became a botany professor. It was at her institution where she met the love of her life–Mahnes, one of the school’s librarians. When Zoa's necrosis struck again and hurt people at her new school, her Lume was injured and abandoned her, too. Zoa was asked to leave the institution forever and was disgraced, but Mahnes came with her, wanting to help. They're searching together for the heart of Palaamia in order to heal the affliction. Zoa also wants to reunite with her Lume, Rhistel, and make amends.

★ Trivia - Her favorite tree is a mangrove - Fruit connoisseur - Somehow has immaculate handwriting - Keeps a journal of her scientific findings and sometimes to stay sane - Her name was inspired by a type of coral

#zoa bio #webcomic #lunarpunk #fantasy #original character #side character

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ratherhavetheblues · 6 years ago

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CLAIRE DENIS’ ‘BEAU TRAVAIL’ “This is the rhythm of my life…”

We live at a time when athletic prowess abounds. Remarkable physical health races all about us, to our amazement. Such a state of affairs has been remarkably investigated by filmmaker, Claire Denis, in her film, Beau Travail[Good Work; Nice Going] (1999).

Here, however, we find neither specimens of professional athletes, nor amateur devotees of the limber and the inexhaustible. Instead, we find—in the very small-market presence of Djibouti, once known as French Somali land, during the decade (the 90’s) when tempers were unsporting—a unit of the French Foreign Legion busting their butts in training for quelling hostilities. Whereas the contemporary athletes and devotees, mentioned above, stood a chance to live, at some level, that topspin of frisson at the heart of human swiftness, the folks we get to know here seem frozen in such an interminable training routine which they present as nearly cloistral agents of squelching mundane squabbling, heavily, thereby, invested in a form of pedantry. They go so far as to, once in a while, a sort of th’i chi slow dance, fighting strategy with hands converging in the style of prayer to a fussy (pedantic) divinity. Way too much brain, and not nearly enough bravery.

How does athleticism—acrobatics—sour like that? Look no farther than Ingmar Bergman’s, Fanny and Alexander (1982), the compass, as it happens, of Denis’ odd war story which does so much more than enforce the status quo, while, paradoxically being (as with, Fanny and Alexander) a revelation of massive devotion to crushing, not merely the Horn of Africa, but everything in sight that might have real depth, which is to say, a purchase upon “the big world.”

Just as the Bergman film has its fanatical, murderous bishop, along with one, Gustav, a wealthy polemicist for the sake of “the little world,” there is in our film today a medley touching upon both wings of the distemper, namely, fanatical, murderous Sergeant Galoup, the sheep-dog of the soldiers’ sheep being tasked to put everything right, and the polemical agency of the French Foreign Legion itself, ensuring that the hegemony of “the little world” will always be the winner, regardless of the conflict and regardless of derring-do. Therefore, these paragons of action do not introduce themselves going flat-out, but rather, fluttering in the midst of young Arabic women at a dark and intermittently light-flooding dance club. The women clearly take pleasure in their audacity about abrogating their family mores of modesty. The troopers establish a contrasting propriety, allowing themselves to maintain a hushed decorum, neither joyous nor morose. The participants are mainly shown in extreme close-up of their faces, or parts of faces, looming in and out in the darkness punctuated by lightning flashes in the generally slow swirl. Their signature of the moment, initiated by one of the self-impressed natives, is blowing a kiss on the ridge of the up-beats. Especially getting into that grove is a young acolyte about to be central to our study of what more there is to be said than what Bergman said, in Fanny and Alexander, about a nearly bloodless massacre.

Introducing Sergeant Galoup as a malignant fanatic, however, on the order of Bishop Vergerus, does not quite reach the sensibility at the core of this masterful film. (Nor, in fact, does that idea fully cover Vergerus.) In addition to Denis’ own motives bearing fruit, there will be our protagonist peppered by other Bergman films during this trek, for the sake of bringing to bear considerations which transcend that supernal prototype’s significant measure of fatalism in face of a planetary outrage, far more formidable than simple natives getting restless. There is, about Bergman’s incisiveness, a sheen and eloquence being secret and exulting in face of a perceived hopelessness. Denis’ more muscular touch upon war—her taking seriously that world religion, world humanitarianism (part and parcel of the former force) and world science, being rotting from within, triumphs notwithstanding—has discovered a critical mass of skepticism (however confused). The villainous fanatic, Galoup, therefore, whose story we hear, functions—as with “the little world” breaking hearts in Fanny and Alexander—as a disclosure of vectors possibly leading to a “truth” (a problematic key word, in the aforementioned film), requiring courage and wit to find ways to counter mob coercion.

The prelude, to that line dance by the rebel-women and the tamed soldiers, installs another instance of the series of Denis’ thematically radioactive, naive tableaus, in this case, “heroic” troopers on a ridge (reminding us of silhouettes stemming from the Dance of Death, in The Seventh Seal [1957]) beneath a scarlet sky. And they, coming to life, sort of, piously, operatically, melodramatically, stupidly, pule “Under the burning, African sun, a mighty phalanx hoisted up our banners! Cochin-China, Madagascar… Its motto, ‘Honor and Valor,’ makes for brave soldiers. Its flag, that of France, is a sign of glory!’” With subsequent aspects better held back than adding to confusion here, the second step of that prayer proceeds with a male chorus remarkably both old and obsolete, and yet uncanny, accompanied by long, black shadows (cast by humbugs) on the sandy terrain. Panning from there, the song without words accompanies flecks of light playing upon the sea near the military post. (Here the aural does some harm to the visual.) There is, after that, the imagery of an ink-well based pen, recording a saga of the “burning African sun” which elicits even more volume from a remembered chorus. On a balcony in Marseilles (following quick cuts showing our protagonist and the puff kiss night owl), Galoup tells us, “I have time to kill now… I screwed up from a certain point of view… Angels of attack…My story is simple. That of a man who left France too long… a soldier who left the army as a sergeant. Galoup… that’s me. Unfit for life. Unfit for civil life.”

Though the parallel of the bishop and the sergeant is far from close, we should pause here to secure the concomitants which Denis finds to be compelling. First and foremost is their grim delight in belonging to a venerable and powerful institution, confirming some kind of sagacity in having enlisted into an outlook being “absolute truth” in a punishing jurisdiction. The best, it seems which life affords. Moreover, both of them find nothing amiss about borrowing the fundamental findings of others—many of those others having been terrorized by bloodthirsty and cowardly idiots—and never attempting to measure alone what their specific sensibility has in store. So convinced that a very large sample of the world cannot be in error about the limits of couth, their (desperately manufactured) zeal could be such that murdering an infidel would seem perfectly valid. Vergerus barely avoids murdering Alexander and would have killed Isak, if not for his sister’s being marginally balanced. That brings us to “a man who left France [and its treasures of audacity and creative beauty] too long,” and would have killed “the young acolyte,” Sentain, an infidel, or a witch (in the sergeant’s eyes)—like the witch in The Seventh Seal—without a mock-Spielberg rescue by a herd of camel-powered nomads. (You’ll recall the smell of Spielberg in Isak’s nonsensical rescue mission, in Fanny and Alexander.) Galoup, in fact, assuming he has killed his enemy, and becoming driven out of his dream job. The run-up to his wild revenge is the stuff Denis relishes. “We all have a trashcan deep within. That’s my theory.” Some of us, anyway, have “deep within,” something else, which is the gist of this brave and brilliant film.

Whereas Bergman stages wonders of dramatic literature, our helms-woman here trusts a somewhat different register of emotion, if not alone, then nearly alone. The outcome is double trouble; but the uncanny rush opens tinctures of grand fascination. (As if the Djibouti domain were not bemusing enough [its wasteland being corded by the bishop’s lunar, coal-dust, ascetic interiors], we have Ridley Scott’s Black Hawk Down [2001], an adjacent smashup, to add to a dead-end, a frenzy of athleticism; not entirely in vain.) The moment of Sentain’s arrival at the vigorous spa—shown quite a while after he blew those kisses—affords a study of Galoup’s disastrous migration from melodrama to improve. “I noticed one of those who stuck out. He was thin. Distant. He had no reason to be with us in the Legion. That’s what I thought… I felt something vague and menacing take hold of me. Gilles Sentain was his name. The name he gave to the Legion.” (Our protagonist’s finding a new wrinkle to his piety, shows him needing more firepower. Compare that to Vergerus’ being confronted by an overtly insulting Alexander, who goes so far as to spreading the lie that he was informed, by the ghost of the bishop’s first wife, that the holy man had locked up the wife and two daughters, which resulted in their death in trying to leap to freedom from a high window.) Here we cut back to the recent civilian in Marseilles pruning a plane tree in his yard. He reflects, “Maybe freedom begins with remorse… I heard that somewhere… [That both freedom and remorse occur to him place the largely disappointing warrior into a region of notability. Vergerus’ facile bromides concerning unholy error fail to be more than ceremonial.] My muscles are rusty, eaten away by acid.” Cut to a training program whereby the non-rusty recruits negotiate under a field of low-lying ropes. One of them crawls under the obstacles with remarkable panache, a veritable crocodile. Does he feel elated in his fluidity? No kudos from the taskmaster who seems in some kind of need of a heaven due to his lacking any joy on Earth. Here, too, the “mighty phalanx” chant returns (angelic choristers trumping earthy moves), along with the Sergeant’s glaring at the supposed rebel in the form of Sentain. “What counts above all,” he advises us, “is discipline in the Legion. Loving one’s superior, obeying him. That’s the essence of our tradition.” (This in voice-over, while the “tradition” hurls itself over harsh procedures, to mixed outcomes.) Onwards, then, to a structure of cement forms with no content. The overseer leads the lads in some maneuvers straight out of Hollywood—“I heard [and saw] that somewhere”—but only Galoup’s actions show any commitment. His construct invasion, electric in its stealth and alacrity, seems to derive from a sense of enemy committing slovenly, and therefore, terrorist, deeds. (The youngsters, perhaps worn out by the Olympian demands a short while before, go along, of course, but the difference is palpable in this filmic passage where everything comes down to a “foreignness” of the palpable. The cool, semi-automatic weaponry—“a sign of glory” beyond the French tricolor—becomes both operative and inoperative.) The camera draws back to reveal bemused native women taking in the show, and showing how unstable a phenomenon glory can be.

So characteristic, and both thrilling and amusing, then, the camera finds a repair man in the wilderness at the top of a high ladder, attending to electrical needs. Smarts, and perhaps more. And perhaps less, as the scene changes to the warriors ironing their shirts. The instance of pedantry being at the heart ofWild Strawberries, and rebranded as “the little world,” in, Fanny and Alexander. (For the sake of somewhat bolstering Galoup’s long-shot endeavor here, we should note that the little world of Bergman’s nightmare has been reconsidered by filmmaker, Leos Carax, in his film, Holy Motors [2012]. Not only that, however, but the protagonist there is played by none-other than Denis Lavant, who portrays Galoup and his better moments. Carax’s format comes to us as the domain of an ancestor haunting the precinct of a theater, the range of which includes Lavant’s actions in the name of “Mr. Oscar,” a banker, instead of the artistic director of a concern to touch “the big world.” However, it is Oscar’s moonlighting which rattles off a spate of dramatics which intriguingly involves sensual initiatives somewhat closing the door on our helms-woman’s much earlier concentration upon undemonstrative resilience. Oscar’s unfortunate final word concerning his surreal reality is, “For the beauty of the gesture.”) In the midst of such divided initiatives, we should recognize as another beacon, to accompany the lineman and his ladder, a wrecked tank on the base. In Bergman’s film, The Silence [1961], an impressionable young boy watches from his train a series of flatcars sending tanks, like the one in the desert, to the front. He, and the adults with him, are at a loss to comprehend the language of their situation. Could Galoup, packing all those negatives, bring this matter to light in order to distinguish our guide’s own hard-won fluency. On the heels of this instance of murderous wobble, the power of cheapness and the power of care stage a little dance. The town near the base has a market where women of the hinterland sell their vividly colored rugs. As if a curtain of a stage emerges and opens within the noisy transactions, one of the craftswomen enters a doorway framed by posters of two popular products: Coke and Sprite. The grotty and the pristine. Or: out of overreaching, and balancing. Couched in this challenge, the concerns of advantage take over. “13 stripes, it’s a tradition [of the weaving in view]… Prices went up during the celebration…”/ “I made mine myself.” [the prospective client disappoints]/ Quick, “Oh!”

Also aware of the commerce is Galoup, more involved in tradition than money. His thoughts have taken on a more urgent coloration in the face of his pedantry aiming for the good old days. His reverie centers upon his superior officer, the Commandant. “Bruno Forestier… I feel so alone when I think of my superior. [This reflection occurs while our protagonist hangs up his socks on a clothesline, pointedly different from the electrical wiring not long ago.] I respect him… My Commandant…[Here we see a photo of the great man when a young soldier] … after the Algerian War… [Now he’s on camera as a flabby, slightly suspicious, sedentary blob] He never confided in me. He said he was a man without ideals, a soldier without ambition. [One with a protracted commitment to the little world.] I adored him without knowing why. He said he was the perfect Legionnaire and didn’t give a damn…” [Here we can’t help hearing influential and significant and superficial Gustav, in Fanny and Alexander. Body language letting the good times roll and being a charming rogue. Where, however, did anal Galoup win his undying respect? We’ll have to wait until the very end of our story to understand such a mystery.] After this credo, he fishes into a drawer and brings to life a bracelet with the word, “Bruno,” on it. This profile of the piece of work in the far boonies concludes with the Sergeant’s voice-over indicating the woman who supplies the drugs to the chief who can’t do without staying pretty-much brain-dead. “Ali brought him his qat. Night after night, Forestier chewed on it, alone.” (Here we could imagine Helena, the cynical matriarch of the family on that hot seat for fucking around with littleness, in, Fanny and Alexander. Her domain is chock-a-block with plants and she always has a strong drink close by. She’s beloved by many; but she’s appallingly overrated. One of the many juggernauts goring those who take life seriously in loving its perilous beauties. Does Galoup (an athlete of impressive strength and equilibrium in leading those drills) constitute both willing victim and willing perpetrator? “I never touched those leaves. I liked to stay on edge…”

I hope, by now, you’ll be on to this film as a war with oneself, and only in a minor way a story of a war in Africa in the 1990’s. Before we accompany any more close encounters of Galoup’s tribulation, why don’t we specifically appreciate the wit of Claire Denis’ visual and aural panache, as so richly accompanying this odd and powerfully lucid endeavor? As Galoup succumbs to his catalyst (in Sentain), there occurs a spate of troopers, including himself, wearing pill-box semi-top-hat head gear. There we recall, in the Bergman film, The Seventh Seal, the knight, named Block, on a mad, uncontrollable mission to live forever, the resort to farce. The little world, making, unfortunately, the world go round. Something else, way off in the mix, is the operatic infusion here. Composer, Benjamin Britten’s, Billy Budd, chronicles a ship’s officer and psychopath intent on murdering a young man having attended to an impressive level of disinterestedness. But the lack of disinterestedness in the howling of its melodrama, and the posing of its dance in the training, spells something off the rails, which turns the troopers in their exertions to be stuffed-shirts, notwithstanding their being bare from the waist up. Thereby, much has been made of the film as involving a high-water level of queer observances. And thereby Denis, with much more than Britten on her mind—Bergman, for instance—takes a little shot at another essentially closed menace. (It is, I am convinced, when Time Magazine feels obliged to anoint a video game wiz as one of the most notable people on earth, to become a tad less obscure than our honey of a woman giant.) Playing with the Coke/ Sprite doorway, the film, with the “little world” coagulating by the minute, we find a doorway named, “Bar des Alps.” Galoup ventures up and, in a short while, comes back down. Gustov, in our twinned movie, bringing off a “quickie” with his wife on Christmas Eve, after having spent a long time with Maj, a servant of the house. Ever the naïf, the Sergeant declares, “There was something so strange that night, a sort of harbinger of things to come, of the circumstances that sent me far from the Red Sea and Djibouti.”

The cynical drug addict (sort-of) running the show comes to us as Galoup’s war-footing begins to reach a state of affairs where he’ll have lots of time to reflect on his truly urgent malaise. Bruno, in a taxi at night, chats up the driver, “My bastards are good company. They are my family…” The cabbie chips in with, “You are a father looking out for his sons…”/ “Could be,” the self-indulgent one agrees. Then the driver—giving us a moment of Jim Jarmusch’s Night on Earth (1991), with its bad news for bright motion—tries for cogency by way of the leaden axiom, “If it weren’t for fornication and blood, we wouldn’t be here.” They pass Galoup walking toward the club. They also share the road with many of those pill-boxes, performing a series of lifting a warrior, as if in some kind of triumph-to-come, a state-of-affairs jumping to the sense of heroism (sort of). Next morning, they’re busy with producing the sharpest’s of ironing jobs, perhaps vaguely attentive to a kinetic payoff. Cut, then, to an antithesis of training on high wires—that measure of acrobatics always breathing down their neck, even when totally ignoring it; and being the bane of technology. Here the heavy and graceful lifting of synthesis fails to come about. A group of women hanging up their laundry underlines a “little world” digging in for the duration. Bruno, onscreen, and on some other planet, remarks, “We’re taught elegance, in and under our uniforms… Perfect creases are part of this elegance…. Here I am, Commandant. Like a watch dog… looking after our flock…” (Pause a moment to the mix of sensibility behind this madness.) Bruno, perhaps intuiting that Sentain has more range and poise than the others, asks him why he became a Legionnaire. The youngster (when asked, telling him he’s 22) refers to a homeland—Russia—not being functional. “No money. No work. I fought for Russia. But it’s impossible to fight just for an ideal. An ideal that always changes.” Now, not surprisingly, the supposed leader, asks, “What ideal?” We knew he’d say something to that effect. But how about Sentain and his canvass of “ideals” to join? He remarks about a need to find a means of survival (a “little world”) and somehow cohering with an elusive vision to share with many others. As such, the young notable may not be the dangerous, resonant wunderkind the officers imagine him to be. He has helped along another recruit to learn a smattering of French. But how conversant is he with the thorny matter of “ideals,” which, when coming in the form of a plurality, tends to be a pain in the ass. (In the same stream, we have a program of knife-ready, underwater warfare, continuous with the sharks being on the move.)

We’ll cover the Sergeant’s sharp pathology rather quickly, because the Spielberg aspects (as in, Fanny and Alexander) are not what we need to tarry with. Where we’ve reached in this military narrative is a little romantic sidebar of Galoup’s acquiring at a bazaar a bottle of perfume and bringing it to a local woman as she sleeps. (Even Gary Cooper had his camp follower; and the contrast is there to enjoy.) The Sergeant’s stroking her hair constitutes going AWOL. But seriously AWOL takes far more guts than our dopey playboy could ever muster. (Or, maybe not?) Borrowing a bit of Bergman’s dramatic soliloquy, Denis shows the bishop-like sanitation maniac about to defend his god. “Sentain seduced everyone. People were drawn to his charm. [This while he puts the finishing touches—involving pink-red tablecloths—for a birthday party for one of the “elegant” soldiers.] Deep down, I felt a sort of rancor, a rage brimming. I was jealous…” With shock-effect change of pace (though put in place so tenuously as to cut Spielberg exotica), there is a pink-red bloody sea during a helicopter accident by another Legion unit, with one death, multiple injuries and Sentain overcoming an otherwise second death. During the party, Bruno had been morose and sneering; but he does manage to hand over a medal to the elegant hero. Our far from pleased protagonist tells himself, and us, “That day, something overpowering took hold of my heart. I thought about the end. The end of me… The end of Forestier.” Soon after the medal ceremony, Galoup has a tantrum in his quarters. Continuous with that storm, we have a menacing sergeant circling a medalist looking for a lift by a bona fide “ideal,” perhaps disinterested, but more likely pedantic. Then was the time to watch Bruno and the Sergeant playing a game of chess, and reprising, for the alert that is pedantry, The Seventh Seal, and its blockhead. Galoup can’t avoid telling his thrilling adversary in chess, “He [Sentain] has something up his sleeve. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” Bruno trots out the lazy litany, “Careful what you’re saying. Backstabbing isn’t in the Legion’s honor code.” Here a cut back to Marseilles has the court-martialed soldier of fortune hearing, in his favorite bar “You’re a rock of the nation. You are the epidemy of the Legion…” Another cut back to the exile, being at his home, has a version of Gustov’s (in Fanny and Alexander) too-little-too-late opening to something big, rather than the beloved little. “I’m sorry I was that man, that narrow-minded Legionnaire.” The unit has decamped to be closer to the “unrest.” It’s Ramadan, and Sentain is on all-night duty with a Muslim recruit who slips out to get some prayer-time. Galoup pounces on this, sentencing the pious runaway to dig by shovel a deep hole in the impacted wasteland where his hands bleed profusely. Sentain’s sentence, for countenancing the abandonment, is a truck ride to the heart of the deadly Danakil Desert, from which he could return, if he were a comic book hero. The hated one comes to a salt flat and a salt lake. Salt all over his face, he lies on the burning sand. He’s rescued by a herd of camel, owned by a singing group as they happily overcome the elements. Before the matinee hero returns (he had told the Sergeant, “See you soon, sir”), to searching for those ideals, Bruno, formulaically, has the officer, who dangerously found fault with low-key, Millennial action (along with his hunger for crude power), sent on his way. “Good riddance,” he pedantically tells Galoup.

But, on the day before he gets his one-way ticket to Marseilles, there is a recovery—not muted but not very pointed either (like the recovery of Emilie [in Fanny and Alexander], screwing up badly and now [after the disaster of religion] giving a shot to art in the form of taking over her first husband’s theatre company.) The figure of the rather dopey matriarch, Helena, always in range of a glass comes into the sightlines of dopey Bruno and his qat. Galoup commences with a display of pedantry in making his bed as fussily—and also impressively—as the greens at the Master’s Golf Tournament. And, then, he’s off to a club where his theme is, “This is the Rhythm of my Life,” running on the same track of Emilie’s first show, Strindberg’s, “A Dream Play,” saying, “Everything is possible and probable. Time and space do not exist [not the way they’ve been cemented by tradition]. On a flimsy framework of reality the imagination spins, weaving new patterns…” Spins, weaving new patterns are his swan song. Or are they? The soundtrack is by “Cascada” and the cascading by Galoup is far from shabby. (The cheap and hostile assault on the band’s video version is as egregiously stupid as the ways of Louis’ neighbor, in Denis’ The Intruder.) But it’s only a baby step, and time is running out. At least for him. The three volcanos in the nearby ocean at the second venue try to speak to the dialectic as a lifetime lover. “Like sentinels,” someone suggests. Standing there won’t help. Keeping watch might.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grGiq0yTaj4

#claire denis

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solarflaresdaddyissues · 3 months ago

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I need an episode where it’s just like “What if Acolyte had lived?” Or “What if Acolyte was nice?” Or something that contain Acolyte. I need to at least hear him mentioned occasionally or I’m going to go into another fit of drawing for 3 hours Acolyte & Creator

The more I think about it, the SAMS likes to bring out the "What if" episodes every now and again, especially after something big happens (an example is if Solar didn't die after his literal death lmao). Granted these kinds of episodes seem to be reserved for more popular characters, like Sun, Moon, Solar, Lunar, Earth, yadda yadda. Kinda makes me think of what kind of "What If" episodes they would do for certain characters too, like Moon's computer AIs(the older ones), Felix/Trashcan man, and even Solar Flare. Think it'd be really cool to see what if episodes for them too at some point, even though it'll probably never happen

#Sun and Moon Show #tsbs #Lunar and Earth Show #acolyte Sun and Moon Show #felix same #creator Sun and Moon Show

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solarflaresdaddyissues · 5 months ago

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More of my TSBS Headcanons

Solar and Moon have lists both on them and in their workspaces on all times covering all commonly known (and uncommonly known) weaknesses and cures for different cryptids since the whole “Vampire’s Thralls” incident

Solar hates counting and feeling sick every time he does it because of, once again, the Vampire’s Thralls incident

Creator kept the faceplate of Acolyte’s mechanical body after Rez had left and keeps it somewhere hidden in his robot suit thing.

Kerian likes and collects shiny things like an actual raven or crow does. Rez gets annoyed by it constantly

Kerian is like Dazzle (the Beast), Noctyra, and Kray’s silly, cool uncle // stepfather role. Rez is the tired dad who hates his life and his kids

(Dark) Sun misses his Moon immensely and harbors a hatred to Ruin for killing him, even if he hated his Moon too (there’s a reason he couldn’t kill him himself, after all)

Cetus and Taurus are in an ex-courtship. That’s why Taurus felt more emotional about it than anyone else.

Eclipse kept his glow feature in case it gets dark or the power suddenly turns off (especially in his lab). He claims it’s so he can see and fix it, but it’s really for two reasons:

1. So Jake and Drew can find him and don’t get scared

Because he’s scared of the dark himself

Ruin misses his Monty the most. He has a small tattered picture of them together from right after the merge.

Sven and Felix are were married for “tax reasons”

Everyone thinks Rez and Kerian are in a courtship. Rez is painfully aware and threatens to kill anyone who mutters anything about it near him. Kerian is absolutely oblivious to even the idea.

Kerian likes bad puns (Once made a “Early bird gets the worm” joke and pecked Rez on his helmet hard only to be promptly attacked)

Creator and Felix watched (some of) the Barbie Movies with Earth. Earth showed them to Taurus

Eclipse once saw a kid walking around with a furby in the Pizzaplex and was painfully reminded of Tattletail. The moment the kid set the thing down and wasn’t paying attention, he took, broke, and burnt the thing. He doesn’t want to risk it just crawling out of the trashcan like a little demon

Dark Sun feels slightly bad for what he does to Neptor, but won’t rebuild him because there’s no point, in his eyes

Jack found old Security footage from before Sun and Moon were separated when he was trying to hand out with Puppet and found some recordings of Moon singing lullabies. That’s how he knew how to sing so well for Solar’s Christmas present

Eclipses V1-V3 are all in a separate Uno Hell game arguing for all eternity. Old Solar, Lord Eclipse, and (the dead version of) Swap Eclipse sometimes join too.

Molten had trouble sleeping and sometimes has flashbacks to what happened with his old code, which sometimes even leads to panic attacks or nightmares. Moon is always immediately by his side to help him, before anyone else (besides maybe Solar, who’s still coping with Jack and doesn’t want to lose another kid) (Yes, maybe I think of both Solar and Moon as Molten’s fathers. I do not ship Solar and Moon.)

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solarflaresdaddyissues · 3 months ago

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My gorgeous man 😖 Gone too soon

Honestly, Isnolov, buddy, if you don’t want him, I’ll take him as my dad. He would totally be a deadbeat, but so’s my old man now

#Acolyte Sun and Moon Show #Tsbs #Acolyte Lunar and Earth Show #Sun and Moon Show #Lunar and Earth Show #felix Sun and Moon Show #felix Lunar and Earth Show #Daddy issues

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solarflaresdaddyissues · 3 months ago

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Behold, beauty through the absentminded drawings of a teenage boy

This is what boredom does to you. You can create an entire story at your fingertips

#Let me be dramatic #@sketchyspace do you like it #as a fellow Acolyte enjoyer #my friend?#Am I allowed to call you friend? I’m trying not to use nicknames online because I don’t want to discomfort anyone #Acolyte Sun and Moon Show #felix Sun and Moon Show #Acolyte Lunar and Earth Show #Trashcan Man Sun and Moon Show #Sun and Moon Show

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angstyboi-hmph · 4 months ago

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I have more ships than I can count for AUs. Canon meanwhile..

Well I hate throwing sexualities out the window so Sun is straight, I don't really watch the other shows so the women I can see are Dazzle (ew that's his daughter), Earth (ew that's his sister), Puppet (Already in a commited relationship to Foxy) and Miku (Haven't actually watched her eps but my gf said she's a stalker so)

And then Moon is aroace, KC therefore was probably aroace, Eclipse therefore, is probably aroace, Solar therefore, is probably aroace.

Lunar and any astral are doomed to be toxic for each other so while I love exploring those dynamics I wouldn't exactly say I ship it

The astrals feel diluded versions of emotions and as someone that once did that cause of trauma, nope no romantic relationship for them.

Earth is already on a comitted relationship with Monty

Uhhh who does that leave-

Ruin and his Monty? Creator and Acolyte? EAPS Sun and Captain?

Ig I ship that (outside of canon, love Earth and Monty, love Ballora and Monty, love Puppet and Foxy)

Meep. I’m bored. So! I kinda wanna see what y’all ship in SAMS/LAES/EAPS!

And rate it. And, TW for my opinions. Just let me know in the inbox or reblogs!!

Moots, I’m curious:

@ryomaandgundhamkin

@melodyartiez

@dolce-cerise

@st4rtheartist

@angstyboi-hmph

@solarfanatic

@bluesiren111

@gummysunnybear

@multifandomcutie13

@timberiswooding

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solarflaresdaddyissues · 3 months ago

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Was having an internal crisis the other day about how happy I am that Creator was going to die but also being torn about how I was actually on his side for a bit purely because Acolyte (my favorite character) literally DIED to bring him back to life, so it felt like his death would be in vain

Then he died today, it felt fucking awesome watching it, and I realized that now Acolyte and Creator are in Uno Hell together <3 <3

#Gonna draw that later #BrainRot is back in business baby #Acolyte Sun and Moon Show #acolyte Lunar and Earth Show #Felix Sun and Moon Show #Felix Lunar and Earth Show #Trashcan Man Sun and Moon Show #Trashcan Man Lunar and Earth Show #Lunar and Earth Show #Sun and Moon Show #tsbs #Tsbs uno hell #Creator Sun and Moon Show #Creator Lunar and Earth Show #Sven Isnolov Sun and Moon Show #Sven ivanov Sun and Moon Show #Is it just me or did they change Creator’s last name by a couple letters?

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solarflaresdaddyissues · 5 months ago

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More TSBS Headcannons BUT…

It’s for my ships.

‼️Trigger warnings here‼️: this will include rare pairs, mirrorships, multi shipping, and even a singular self ship. I’m lonely. Plus my own person ship names for certain ships, either created by myself or a friend or maybe even perhaps one I stole off here (*cough cough* DarkerSide *cough*)

Also, I have no guarantee for you all that these will all be wholesome. Some might be angsty. Some might be suggestive. I’m writing this on the spot, I don’t know yet. We’ll find out together.

You have been warned.

One more thing, some have more headcannons than others. That’s because I’m not always good with headcannons on certain people. I’ve also not been in a relationship in, like, three years, and have no idea what a wholesome is like. Keep that in mind. The most romance I know is from fanfictions and shows

And now, to commence; the ships:

PayDirt (Earth x Monty)

Monty decorated Earth’s wheelchair with her

Earth enjoys playing with Monty’s tail

When Earth is stressed out, they cuddle and watch the Barbie movies together

Monty rushes ahead of Earth when going to some form of establishment to either push her chair in for her or hold the door open and do a little bow with the classic “milady”

Monty learned how to make Earth’s favorite dishes, drinks, and snacks so they can prepare them easily

Earth likes doing Money’s hair for them. Money has a bunch of hair clips and Bobby pins in a drawer in their room so she can do it whenever

BrainRot (Creator x Acolyte)

Felix likes to listen to Creator ramble for hours on end. Normally, if there is someone around or watching, he’ll make snide comments throughout the entire thing, but when they’re alone, he’s completely silent

Married for “Tax related reasons”. Totally not for any others, wink wink

While Creator isn’t innocent on any behalf, he is oblivious to certain things and doesn’t easily pick up on hints. Felix has a dirty mouth. These conflict horribly

Since his resurrection, Creator can feel emotions again (NSP is more powerful with strong negative emotions, after all). Creator can’t stop thinking about Acolyte due to this. He has the memory of killing him burned deep into his memory. He feels so much more sorry than he could have imagined.

Creator keeps Jack around not just to taunt Solar with, but because he’s trying to fill the void of Acolyte by having someone else there to attend to him.

Sven and Felix once got dead drunk after going out for drinks and ended up making out (and maybe more, they’re both mature adults, idk). Sven is a lightweight, and was affected much faster than Felix was, cause let’s be honest, Felix acts like he drinks hard alcohol and doesn’t feel it. Felix remembers a good chunk of it due to the alcohol taking a while to settle in. Sven remembers the aftermath perfectly due to his photographic memory.

Jokes have been made between them that Rotrick is their child. While neither of them care much for the fox, it both still lingers in their mind as more than a joke

CloudyStar (Earth x Nebula)

Nebula sometimes gives Earth small space rocks to add to her (theoretical) rock collection because she heard that birds do it. She also sometimes gives her small scrolls or meaningless papers on older dimensions so that Earth can read more about the different cultures

Nebula’s small pink flame in front of her head glows a bit brighter whenever Earth is around

Earth knit herself a small plush of Nebula to hold at night. Nebula did the same, but with an Earth plush (and one of Solar, but he ain’t a part of this. No offense to you Sobula/Nebular shippers)

Earth took Nebula shopping for earthling clothes. They bought something similar to pajamas, a couple sets of more casual clothing, a dress, and a couple accessories (including a necklace that Nebula never takes off except for on missions. She doesn’t want it to get broken or lost)

Nebula, from being touch starved after years in war, loves cuddling Earth as long as she can. This can go up to hours at a time, if Nebula is allowed that long of a break.

RustyFork (Frank x Ronty)

Frank likes to cuddle with Ronty. Neither of them are used to physically attention, especially positive, from their looks, so having someone to cuddle is nice.

Frank used to take Ronty to different dimensions so that they could see everything look so pretty there (maybe that dying tree dimension, idk)

After Ronty’s death, Frank started hanging around Monty more, but eventually stopped because it felt like trying to replace him

Frank had made plans to help Ronty get fixed. He’d taken the knowledge from some on the others, like Monty, Solar, Moon, and Eclipse, so they made the blueprints themselves. The blueprints were never used and are sitting in a shelf in Foxy’s old office for when Ronty was supposed to come across them.

TreasureBox (Foxy x Puppet)

Puppet likes cuddling up in boxes because it reminds her of her Marionette box, so Foxy took the time to build her a new one, with a couple options for lullabies in it too (the tune that Mimic stole, Rises the Moon, Jack-In-A-Box tunes, and even a small slow sea shanty instrumental he wrote for her. The two of them made FC a small one based after a crate on a pirate ship together.

Puppet naturally produces heat from the magic that makes up her form, so Foxy likes to have her snuggle him or lay down on top of him (he doesn’t want to crush her)

Puppet has an official Foxy plush. Foxy learned how to sew and fixed up an old torn one from their old dimension before he got his new body because he liked it

Foxy still has the Puppet body pillow stashed somewhere in case Puppet is away for a while (he’s like a golden retriever, you can’t leave him alone for too long)

Since getting his memories wiped AGAIN, Foxy has been following around Puppet Master because the shadow of what memories were erased makes Puppet Master feel familiar in a good way (his brain seems to relate them to Puppet). While Puppet Master likes the attention, he gets annoyed of it really fast.

DanceOfMetal (EAPS Monty x Ballora)

(yes, I dubbed EAPS Monty “Monica” so that I don’t have to be confused every time I’m writing)

Monica tries to make up songs for Ballora, but gets upset every time she messes up and spends time crashing out in her room

Monica tried to pick up dancing because she saw that other creatures (she couldn’t remember what, but it’s totally birds) do mating dances and Ballora dances, so what’s more fitting. When she couldn’t get the hang of it, Monica instead went to trying make new accessories for Ballora because she’s smart at making stuff.

Due to having all of Monty’s knowledge, Monica does a lot of the stuff Monty does for Earth

Nebula x Monty x Earth

(I don’t have a ship name for them, I’m sorry y’all 😔)

Nebula, due to being in previous wars, isn’t at all put off by how much more large in shape Monty is compared to the Celestials and even enjoys cuddling with them. She likes getting crushed by her muscular partner and her tall strong girlfriend

Nebula will not under any circumstances let anyone see what she writes about Earth and Monty. She would rather die.

Nebula took a bit of her spare time to do research on alligators because, even if Monty is an animatronic, they’re still a gator. She was invested in how gators will just relax on top of the water and wasn’t at all perturbed by Monty doing it when she first saw it happen. She even climbed in the water to join them while Earth & Monty were talking. Due to being in space constantly, it felt almost normal to her and she enjoyed the calmness of it

Monty and Nebula watch war documentaries together. Monty wasn’t sure about watching it with her at first, but quickly saw she wasn’t at all disturbed by it and had fun

DarkCrown (Nexus x Blue)

Nexus likes to lie his head on Blue’s lap like he’s a pillow or beanbag chair. Blue likes it.

Blue likes to steal Nexus’s hat (he knows not to steal the goggles) and replace it with his crown. Blue makes jokes that he’s crowning Nexus to be his king and Nexus plays along because it boosts his ego

Nexus gets tired and experiences nightmares easily from everything he’s ever gone through. Blue likes to pop in and say nicer words to him

GoldilocksZone (Sun x Atlas)

(Yes, I’m well aware that the fandom shipname is SorceryShine, but my best friend came up with this one and it made more sense to us with the context of what a Goldilocks Zone actually is)

Atlas sometimes summons small visions of creatures or other world with his magic for Sun to see.

Atlas is confused by the idea of Sun’s cats and gets nervous when doing anything that would require them getting near him because he doesn’t want to hurt or scare them

Sun has fallen asleep many times to the campfire in Atlas’s dimension from exhaustion and stress. Atlas will take him home to his own bed and even watches over him to make sure he’s safe. Dazzle once saw this phenomenon happening and referred to Atlas as the “nightlight man” to Moon and Solar, who questioned Sun about it. He had no idea what they were talking about for a moment, but explained who Atlas was to Dazzle and realized what Atlas had been doing.

Moon makes Sun and Atlas sandwiches to go on picnics constantly because he wants Sun to feel less lonely

EarlyBirdGetsTheWorm (Rez x Kerian)

Kerian enjoys cuddling and nestling his head into Rez like a bird does. Rez has no idea how to interact in this situation.

Kerian knows that Rez gets annoyed with his shiny things collection (mentioned in a previous headcannons post), so he instead brings Rez small shiny bugs or creatures for Rez to infect because then they’re both happy in his eyes. Rez finds it unhelpful because Kerian, you dumbass, they’re bugs, what’s it gonna do??, but accepts the shiny bugs regardless.

Masked(2) (Mimic x Puppet Master)

(I’ve honestly no idea how to make the squared symbol, so you get the (2).)

Mimic enjoys praise from Puppet Master and does anything it can to get more praise. It’s like a teachers pet, but not in the creepy pedophilic way

Mimic will sometimes imitate Puppet Master’s voice and compliment themselves like that because it makes the Mimic feel more loved. It makes it feel giddy and it gets overexcited from the praise & more motivated to help

(‼️might be slightly inappropriate??‼️) Puppet Master will sometimes forcefully Mimic to do things with the puppet strings so that they can go about business and Puppet Master feels more in control. Don’t worry, it’s all consensual, Puppet Master may be a villain, but they’re still a part of Puppet)

Mimic will sometimes just lean against Puppet Master and muzzle into them because he’s soft, like a sewn doll. A felt puppet.

DarkerSide (Sun x Dark Sun)

Dark Sun constantly showers Sun in praise for how well he does things. He does his best to make sure that Sun always feels loved by him

Dark Sun sometimes sings Sun lullabies when he has trouble falling asleep

Dark Sun and Sun cuddle up with the cats and watch movies together constantly

Dazzle is perturbed by her dual dads, but likes having two Suns around. Dark Sun has no idea how to react when Dazzle will just come up to him with her “happy potions” that she makes for him to “make him feel less sad”

Sun and Dark Sun both like playing make-believe with Dazzle and Jack. Dark Sun was pleasantly surprised to see Sun makes a perfect villain

Dark Sun just wants to take Sun away to his whole wonderland dimension so they can be happy together. But he knows that Sun is happy with his family, so he doesn’t ask

Nebtyra (Nebula x Noctyra)

The perfect enemies to lovers troupe

Noctyra likes wrapping her tail around Nebula as both a form of cuddling and as a power play

Nebula used to come visit Noctyra in the Prism and talk to her. The only reason she was allowed to visit her was because the Prism Guards naturally assumed that she was there in Astral duties. She was, in fact, not.

Vinclipse (Eclipse x Vincent)

(I’m sure you’re noticing a distinct lack of clever ship names. That is because I am tired and don’t have any idea for you all besides the sweet ideas I’m writing down here to cope for the fact that I am lonely and don’t have anyone to cuddle with myself)

Eclipse likes to sit in Vincent’s office since he was taken away and just remember seeing Vincent there doing his duties and playing games

Vincent made Eclipse his own “Security Cap” in his classic color scheme of red, orange, black, and yellow. He doesn’t wear it in public, but likes choosing it for sentiment

Vincent has a picture on his wall in the office of when he first met Eclipse and Puppet

While in prison (and probably mental hospital), Vincent likes to draw things from the pizzaplex he remembers the most to try and ground or distract himself. These normally end up having Eclipse in the drawings

Moon x Taurus

(Pretty sure there is a shipname for this, I just don’t remember or know it)

Moon likes to sit in the forest or on their roof (in a sweater cause it’s effing cold) and stare at the stars. Taurus sees him looking, but doesn’t say anything

Moon made a small mechanical doll of Taurus and has it on his nightstand. It glows in the dark, so he can find his way to his bed

StagedStar (Ruin x Lefty)

Ruin’s rays are more sensitive than a Sun or an Eclipses’ because they’ve been broken and repaired too many times. Lefty tries not to touch them because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt Ruin, but sometimes Ruin lets him play with them if he’s feeling down

Ruin likes to hang out with Lefty in his room all the time and watch anime

And finally, a pure crackship I wanted to make for fun because she’s my phone wallpaper:

FoolsBallad (AKA Miku x Me)

(Ship name originates from me being a clown nicknamed “Fool” & a ballad for Miku being a singer because, as far as I know, a ballad is meant to tell a story and that’s what a lot of vocaloid songs do) (To make this less awkward for myself, I’m honestly just gonna use “Fool” instead of “I”)

(Also, small explanation so I don’t get called weird for a reason I’m not weird, trust me, there’s many other things to call be weird for: I headcannon that Miku is a 16 year old, like her original, because she was never given a confirmed age. I am a 15 year old trans boy. There is no weird age ape. Just two weird teenagers.)

Miku and Fool like to play Just Dance together. They both get extremely competitive

Miku likes battling Fool in videos games because he’s bad at fighting in them and she’s got a strong punch in them

Miku & Fool watch Sun and Moon Show together

Miku likes to cuddle. Fool isn’t a fan of physical touch most of the time, but when he wants it, he just likes to hug and cuddle Miku

Fool likes to write songs and Miku will sing them

(We’re on tumblr, no one gets to judge me)

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