OKAY ONE LAST POST ABT THE FINALE. aka: how we almost got petrigrof homura/madoka level timeline fuckery
i had a huge revelation while coping. the final bus stop scene is REALLY important, i have a feeling it was a little more than a visual parallel. golbetty was basically communicating with simon the best she could by hijacking his mind and putting him in situations- the whole bit with casper and nova was her heavyhanded way of explaining to him what shes been thinking about regarding their past . not in a breakup way, not in a "were not good for each other" way, she doesnt regret it. its never been about blaming simon, he was only ever a bystander. shes just telling him how she feels, what would need to change. he realizes this and understands! she takes him to the bus stop and we all know how this goes. he passes the "test" and meets her on equal footing, shes so so happy. and she is SO ready to drag him onto the bus before he stops her. the bus stop is an ultimatum. if he follows her, they potentially both die in the mushroom war. he isnt there to take care of marcy and ooo gets overrun by vampires. every other horrific alternate universe without a simon in ooo could come to fruition if they never pursue the enchiridion. but they could start all over here, with a healthier beginning. they could both be so so happy. betty offers him the chance to go back and fix their mistakes, to study petroglyphs together. but there are no do-overs. not unless youre a god of chaos merged with a woman with a penchant for disrupting time to be with your fiance, that is! i believe this was more than a metaphor, she was 100% ready to pull some timeline bullshit to get a new begining. but this time she lets simon decide if he wants this- a chance he didnt get when she jumped through that time portal so long ago. simon makes his choice: this isnt how it happened. he has people that care for him back in ooo, hes okay with where his life has lead him. he has marcy and finn and everyone else- he doesnt want a do-over. now that hes finally seen betty again hes ready to go back and finally live the life she gave him. shes okay with this. its bittesweet but her wish contract is fulfilled, simons safe now, and she can move on. he chooses to continue his life as it is, and so she chooses to continue hers, wherever her reincarnation leads her, without him for once.
TLDR; the bus stop and the petroglyphs were an offer from betty to pull some timeline bullshit and give them a happy beginning. one last crazy chance to fix EVERYTHING. but its time to end the cycle. its been doomed since the start, and they wouldnt have it any other way.
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in the mood for angst! how would the LIs in atoc react to the crown sacrificing themselves for them (during or after ur choice!) ty! group crying session after this lol
hehehe, I've been writing a lot of fluff lately and semi angst so now it's high time I destroy people a little on the inside
also since its a sunday and i have a lot of extra time to write I'm posting this as a nice bonus on top of the 1 daily post
Azad/Ashti
Perhaps they weren't too unlike their father after all.
Both lead their country to ruin, to chaos, in one way or another.
The only problem was that the Royal Protector didn't lose their mind. Their body wasn't frail. Paranoia had not taken them the way it did their parent.
They were healthy, as healthy as one could be. Still young, strong. Capable and with agency.
Yet they were still alive. A Royal Protector now without their Crown.
A failure.
It still was fresh in their mind, a sharp ache filling up their head whenever they let their mind drift to you. The guilt robbed their lungs of air.
They think of the trust you had given them, they trust the two of you shared.
You knew full well that this was their purpose- their duty to lay their life down for your safety.
So why did you do it? Why go so far for them?
It hurts to not be able to hold you in your final moments, to be able to ask- demand to know why you were so damn selfless. Why you cared for them so. Why your eyes looked so resigned, so at peace the moment you shoved your entire body against theirs- your eyes meeting for the last time.
Your head rolling across the stones ended all hope for answers.
Leaving behind a country in chaos, a failure in desperate need of answers they'll never get.
Dara/Delal
Somehow, despite all odds, despite everything they did in their power to get stronger, to grow- they did it again.
They've killed another Crown.
It had to be a cruel trick played on them by the very Spirits themselves. Had to be. There was no way that they were deserving of such sacrifice.
No way a single, insignificant soldier was worth not one, but two Crowns.
Void take them, there was no way their life could ever be worth yours alone.
Not when they knew you, knew your character, knew your potential.
The armor they wore that day still sits in their office, the golden scales stained with a crimson that they may never wash off.
Their own hands are still stained with blood every time they dare look down at them, stained with your blood- no matter how many times they try to wash it off. Try to put it in the back of their mind.
They can't even stop to think of the consequences this will have on their family, they can barely think as is.
The only thing they can do is harden themselves and let the earth itself swallow their misery, their heart.
And their chances of redemption along with it.
Rozerîn/Rêzan
Not a soul blamed them for the Crown's passing.
A part of the sorcerer wished they would.
It's only right that they do.
Though they knew the blame would come later, when the nights of mourning- crying, ended.
It would come when the sorcerer could eat and drink once more when they could get back to brushing their long hair- leaving the darkness of their chambers.
And for once, they'd welcome it.
They'd happily take the looks from the nobles, the snide- even accusatory comments.
It wasn't like they were incorrect in their sentiment. The sorcerer did turn out to be unfit for their position. Unworthy of the faith placed in them by those around the magus.
They'd deserve no less for failing their mentor, for failing their Crown.
For failing you.
Void take them, they'd deserve more criticism if anything.
All their insecurities were brought to life that day, the same day life left yours. They still remember it now, remember the tears in your eyes as you cupped the side of their face, your weak voice telling them that it wasn't their fault. The way you clutched at their silk dress, your blood pooling on the ground.
No amount of healing magic could have healed the deep stabs you had sustained.
Spirits, to think that in your final moments, you'd be thinking of them. It ate away at the sorcerer's heart.
To think that they'd have no choice but to move on from your death - their task now set to finding the next Crown once more. To see the hard work the two of you put into Arsur washed away by time itself.
It was a weight the sorcerer wasn't sure they were worthy of taking, a burden they doubted- no, knew, they could not carry.
Not after watching their very hope fade from your eyes.
Xelara/Xelef
They had their doubts about you when they first stumbled across the long-lost Crown of Arsur.
Their own past with Crowns was a bloody one- one that had them contemplating whether or not they'd even help you in the first place when they first got a glance at your golden eyes.
They still remember holding you in your final moments, seeing the beautiful shades of the sun fade away.
Taking you with them.
Early on, they'd wonder what they might do- should do, if you turned out like Crown Piruz, whether they'd regret not being the one to run a blade through you- kill you where you stood in that clearing.
They certainly never expected to ever actually do it.
Not like this anyway.
Granted, they didn't actually kill you with their own two hands. In fact, most of the songs and tales being spun around Arsur have been about the affection they held for you.
A love that brought about their end.
All because of an arrow you had stolen from them- taking it through the heart instead of the mercenary.
No. They couldn't lie to themselves, not this time.
They knew better. Anyone would sense would.
It wasn't the arrow that killed you.
It was them.
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