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princessfanonanona · 2 years
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Danny rubs his temples, silently begging the building migraine to stop.
Unfortunately, that's not how migraines work.
His parents continue their screaming argument with Mister Lancer.
At this point they're so off from the original topic that he can't even remember what set them off to begin with.
(It was how to properly ensure the students safety.)
More unfortunately, they're in front of the entire school population in the gymnasium.
"You good?" Sam stage whispers from her place on the side of the makeshift stage.
"I'd rather deal with the Observants," he hisses back.
Sam winces.
Danny hiccups on a breath of cold air, as a presence solidifies behind him.
"Good, then maybe we can-" Danny grabs the hand that's placed on his shoulder and flips the Observant over, slamming them bodily between the adults.
The ensuing silence is deafening.
"Ancients, I swear if Johnny is nearby, he's getting souped for a month." Danny mutters walking closer to the ghost.
"Danny?" Maddie asks, a little bit shocked but something like pride in her eyes.
"Nuh-uh," Danny puts his hand up. "You're not touching this one."
Jack frowns, "But it's a-"
"I don't care-"
The Observant groans, trying to sit up. He stomps on their shoulder, pinning them to the stage.
"-and you shut up, I'll deal with you in a second."
The eyeball glares at him, "I will not be treated in such a manner."
Danny pulls out his thermos, "You want to be souped?"
The Observant holds their hands up, palms out.
"That's what I thought, now you two-"
"Did you just negotiate with a ghost?" Maddie asks, a little gobsmacked.
"Yes, now you two are going to pack your weapons up into the GAV and go home."
She frowns. "This is an educational-"
"Yeah no, it stopped being educational 30 minutes ago when you started a screaming match with Mr. Lancer."
"We did not-"
"I do have to agree," Principal Ishiyama says, watching the ghost warily as she steps on stage. "It would be best if you two were to leave, this assembly has officially lost its purpose. Or we can have you forcibly removed."
Maddie glares at her while Jack frowns, gaze bouncing back and forth between the ghost and Danny.
"It's just letting you hold it down?" Jack asks.
"They're a they, not an it, and yes because they know to wait their turn." Danny says. 
The Observant makes a noise that's a cross between a huff and a growl. Danny shifts more weight onto their shoulder, wiggling the thermos. 
They fall silent. 
"Go home, or at the very least, get off the stage," he says. 
Maddie narrows her eyes behind her goggles but pulls Jack back. Her hand drifts to her pocketed gun.
"Mr. Lancer, unfortunately I think I'll be missing the rest of the school day. This has a bit of a higher priority." Danny waves a hand at the ghost.
Lancer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Ghost nonsense is not a higher priority than your education," Ishiyama states.
Danny frowns as something cold touches his shoulder. Stepping back he flips the now visible second Observant over his shoulder, slamming them into the first.
The both make a pained noise as the stage cracks.
"Sure, and more will keep showing up until this is dealt with," Danny says.
"How many more are there?" Lancer asks.
He shrugs.
He blinks, eyes shifting to the side as he feels another cold spot form.
Pivoting on his heel, he slams his leg into the next Observant, doubling them over.
"Seriously?!" Danny throws his hands up, "Can you guys chill for once in your afterlife?"
"This is of utmost urgency," the second Observant says, floating upright.
"I said I would deal with you guys in a minute."
"Technically speaking, you only told-"
Danny punches that one in the eyeball.
The three other Observants visibly wince.
"Mister Lancer, can I be excused now, please?"
"Wait, go where?" Jack asks.
"You're not going anywhere, Daniel James Fenton," Maddie draws her gun.
"Ooh you got full named," the punched Observant mocks.
"I will literally soup you where you float," Danny hisses.
"Step away from the ectoplasmic embo-"
"Or what, you gonna shoot me?" Danny snaps. He presses the heel of his hand against his temple. "Go ahead, shoot me in front of my entire school. Show everyone how you're such a caring mother."
She flinches, as if slapped.
Danny doesn't stop the next two Observants, who show up simultaneously, from grasping his shoulders.
He does, however, uncap the thermos to suck five of the Observants into it. The very first Observant remains, still laying where they were.
"Hey, George-"
"That's not my name," they cross their arms.
"And I'm not spending nine minutes to say your full name, so George, can you tell the rest of your collection to chill for five fucking minutes?" Danny rubs his temple again.
They squint up at him.
"You can have my full undivided attention in five.
"You have four minutes and 55 seconds left," they say before vanishing in a swirl of ectoplasm.
"That was some fine ghost wrangling," Jack says.
Danny pivots to face his teacher and principal. "I'm leaving with or without your permission."
Ishiyama frowns, "you will be doing no su-"
"Fine," Lancer cuts in, "But I expect you to inform us when you return. And a complete report on my desk first thing tomorrow morning."
"Report?" Danny blanches.
"Explaining whatever," he gestures to the cracked stand, "this all is."
Sam jumps onto the stage to press a bottle of pills into his hand.
"Excedrin, you better take it now before you go," she says.
Danny opens his mouth to say thanks when a portal opens under his feet.
"Oh you are getting fucking s-!"
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naughty-nona · 1 year
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I'm currently writing a LOOONGGG fucking Steddie one shot and it's almost exclusively smut lmao
Steve and Eddie switching roles to see how they feel about it...
The answer is good, they feel very VERY good lmao
It entails: dom bottom Steve x sub top Eddie, dirty talk, degrading, orgasm control & denial, orgasm torture & forced orgasm, spitting, oral sex, anal sex, fingering, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, ruined orgasm, vivid descriptions of most bodily fluids (no piss, scat or vomit, not my thing), slapping/ hitting, verbal abuse & crying (mainly bc it feels so good but also 'you're so mean, keep going')
I'm really liking how it's coming together so far, I hope to be able to share it soon!
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I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.
Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.
just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?
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unreachedgalaxy · 3 months
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sorry but modern AUs which depict harrowhark as incredibly goth or punk-looking just completely misunderstand harrow as a character. like, yes, aesthetically in the TLT context harrow has goth-like attributes. skull facepaint, bone earrings, etc, etc, i get it. but that's not counterculture for her! in fact, she dresses exactly how the revered daughter of the ninth house is expected to dress - down to the sacramentally shorn haircut.
which brings me to my main point. harrow's not a goth! she's a nun! she wouldn't be wearing chains and spikes, she would be wearing a full habit and a headscarf! she's a religious nun and she accidentally fell in love with lucifer. that's her aesthetic. she was raised in some deeply catholic cult somewhere in buttfuck nowhere and she carries a rosary everywhere she goes. there's your modern AU.
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nona-gay-simus · 21 days
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Some days I truly feel like TLT has ruined... books for me. Like, I don't even like ACOTAR but I can think of at least four series that are basically ACOTAR with dragons, ACOTAR with gods, ACOTAR with vampires, ACOTAR with witches, and that's just off the top of my head.
But there's truly nothing out there that captures all or even some of the elements that enthralled me about TLT. The characters, the character dynamics, the magic system, the voice, the mix of science fiction and fantasy, the prose that knows exactly when to be funny and when to be serious, the queernorm world-building and variety of lesbian genders... It does not exist. Even if I find something with similar themes it will be bland fantasy voice and (most likely) boring straight ship of fem4fem.
It's even ruined audiobooks narrators because no one can compare to moira quirk and her sexy accent and wonderfully animated narration that makes the characters come to life.
And it makes me really sad to think i might never discover another series I love as much as this one. Not even close.
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lastflowerofyourhouse · 6 months
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something i like about nona's family is that they're so like, almost a perfect little nuclear family, and then just. not.
like. pyrrha is "the person who works for her" but also the one who makes breakfast and does the dishes. she's a woman quite literally posessing the body of a cis man and really leaning into the look, honorarily trans in both directions, working construction and shaving in the mornings and braiding nona's hair before school.
and then there's camilla, her...nagging wife? troublemaking older child? roomate who she barely gets along with? the fact that palamedes shares this role is doubly weird. he's a man literally posessing the body of a cis woman, and they're both pyrrha's nagging wife/problem child/roomate. i don't personally believe that anything explicitly or overtly sexual was happening between her and either of them, but i completely understand where people who think that are coming from. and it's fucking weird (affetionate?).
even nona occupies a weird place in this dynamic. like. pyrrha is definitely a parent to her but camilla, who takes a much more active role in her daily life, is...idk. nona has a crush on her and wants to marry her and adopt dogs. camilla's feelings for nona are more parental or older-sisterly, in that she cares for her and wants to protect her, and if her feelings are more complicated than that, it's because of the obvious aspects of the situation which make her extremely sad and apprehensive of the future. her affection for nona seems relatively simple.
and then there's palamedes, who is in theory another parental figure (see: camilla's "i'll talk to your mother later" face, or pyrrha's "you're going to make someone a really irritating wife one day, sextus"), but in nona's view of things he seems like something more along the lines of an older sibling, or perhaps a cool uncle, which is funny because pyrrha arguably treats him more like a spouse than she does camilla.
it's all just so fucking weird and jumbled up on itself. pyrrha will kiss camilla on the head and say "i'll be home for dinner, dear," and then turn around and call both her and nona "daddy's own treasures" (don't get me started). she'll kiss palamedes and camilla both on the mouth and tell them she loves them. she'll tell them she didn't love them well, or even wholesomely, and she won't explain what she means by wholesome.
alecto calls her "mother and father." alecto tells her she should've given into her urges and eaten them.
palamedes and camilla are second cousins and queerplatonic and married and the same person and by the start of the book the lines between them are already dissolving.
nona is so so young and she's so so old and she's not so much younger than camilla and she's older than pyrrha can even comprehend and some days she needs help getting her shirt over her head.
and most importantly they all love each other. it's a weird and confused and unhealthy love. it's a love full of tension and annoyance and fear. it's a love that wants very badly to fit a category and can't. but it's love it's love it's love and even when it's over even when it has nowhere left to go it's not gone it can't be gone. it's over it's done you can't take loved away.
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sgrumby · 6 months
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here's the Two Hundred Dead Kids warlock patron. nobody asked for this
(part two cam and pal edition)
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dykemcqueen · 8 months
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thinking about the phrase "kill in sustainable ways." the fact that if you eat meat you should be comfortable with killing. the necessity of Death, Sustainably; the way a creature eats to nourish, and dies to nourish; the way it is kind to let an animal eat well and die quickly; the way you should use every part to make its death as valuable as possible.
thinking about lyctorhood and how john convinced them all it was not murder but a sacred, necessary act. you can see the thought process, you can see the way they reasoned: this will feed, this will heal, this will nourish forever. but a soul is not a body; a soul is not meat. it is not yours to take. it is not yours to feed on.
thinking about campal and their death, sustaining a new life, creating as MUCH new life as is possible from two deaths. and still pyrrha says it is not beautiful. it is not love. because you were there, and now you're gone. you created someone new, and you are still gone.
thinking about gideon. she dies thinking: at least my death will matter. but to harrow, her death is not nearly anywhere as valuable as her life. and who better to know the value of death than a girl whose own power is fueled by it? harrow understands what the lyctors did not, what god cannot. eat me, says gideon, and harrow says no, no, no, you are not mine to swallow. keep your soul, i cannot stomach it. how can we be together when you are silent. how can i call it love if you are nowhere to be found.
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grey-ves · 6 months
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Especially with the release of The Unwanted Guest, I feel like I see too much focus on the “romantic” (as in idealized and regarding any type of love) message of the series and not enough on what I personally think tazmuir’s actual thesis statement is. We forget that she is a horror author, and I think that is her entire goal. Every set of relationships we’re presented with are codependent, unhealthy, consumptive. Someone is consuming someone they love, someone is being consumed by someone they love. Even if they claim not to, even if they try to find a more “fair” way to do it (ex.: Paul), it’s still what is happening in the end. (Abigail and Magnus are the only exceptions I can think of.) Pyrrha is the only character who seems to recognize this, and she tries so hard to call it out, but no one listens because they think it’s romantic. Because every relationship is either seen as romantic or wretched, both by the characters and by the readers, even though they are all so bad. I think tazmuir is trying to make readers question this. Why do we find certain toxic relationships - like Harrow and Gideon - romantic, but others - like John and Alecto - horrifying? Why is one acceptable but not the other? Where do we draw the line? In regards to TUG, why do we jump from changing each other with love, to consuming each other in its name?
I think this will be even more clear in AtN.
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harrowharkwife · 3 months
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i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.
they're his.
palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.
and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.
but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.
they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.
the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)
palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.
(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)
(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)
remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.
in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.
the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.
we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."
they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.
but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.
palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.
harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.
nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.
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notedchampagne · 8 months
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tlt is chock full of tragic romances and familial bonds but the tragedy of friendship between harrowhark and palamedes specifically makes me wail. from the beginning palamedes held harrow in high regard: he asked gideon and harrow to stick together for their safety, at the fifths death he spoke to her like a longtime colleague, he knew she called herself the greatest necromancer of their generation and did not take offense - took it as friendly competition - he wanted to work together and in the river he BELIEVED in her, he saw that she had drive and intellect and hoped she would tell him she figured out the "right way", and he saw gideon and he hugged her and he hugged her and he kissed her brow... and harrowhark hadnt shown him the same amount of affection but we know she respected him for what he stood in. and we know she did not consider him as close as he did her: "'Warden of the Sixth House', you demanded, 'why are you acting as though I should know you?" and the absolute tragedy of their last interaction just being fucking bulleted with miscommunication makes my jaw hurt. palamedess last memory of harrowhark was in the form of a girl that was her opposite but held her face, and he missed her dearly - harrowharks last memory of palamedes was a collapsing reality and a distressing contact and a stopped goodbye and they never REALLY regarded each other at the same level. they were on entirely different wavelengths of familiarity and it doesnt! matter! because on either side! they give what they are willing to! and you cant ever take it back!!!!!
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princessfanonanona · 2 years
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Danny stares at the glowing sticky note sitting innocuously on his notebook.
"Mister Fenton," Lancer says, drawing his attention up, "since you seem to be so studiously staring at your notes, perhaps you know the answer to my question."
Danny blinks.
He looks at the note once more before looking up.
"Is it 42?"
The class erupts in giggles as Lancer sighs. "That may be the answer to life but no that doesn't answer my question. Miss Sanchez, perhaps you know."
Danny tunes out to pick up the green sticky. Glowing blue ink glitters as it moves.
A single hand may lift a stone, but many can move the boulder.
Danny flips the note over, and back.
"What's that?" Tucker whispers, leaning forward on his desk to be closer to Danny.
"Bewildering, I need to visit Grandfather I guess."
"The mysterious one that you never mentioned before the C.A.T.S?" Sam asks.
"Mister Fenton," Lancer walks over. "There is no note passing in my class."
"But I wasn't-"
"Wow Fentina, don't know how you didn't expect to get caught with something that bright," Dash laughs.
"Pass it over," Lancer holds his hands out.
Huffing a sigh, Danny passes it to Lancer.
Or tries to.
The note passes through Lancer's hand.
Lancer blinks.
Danny blinks.
Lancer grabs the note again, fingers passing through.
"Wuthering Heights!" Lancer frowns, trying once more. "I'm losing my touch."
Danny flips the note and wiggles it. The sticky note does not make a noise. It does glow brighter however.
Lancer grabs Danny's wrists to move the note around to see it better.
"...Mister Fenton," he stares at the glittery ink, leaning closer.
"...yes Mr. Lancer?"
"This doesn't look like it's English."
"That's 'cause it's not."
"How the fuck-"
"Language!"
"Does Fentoenail know more languages?" Dash asks.
"I bet it's some made up chicken scratch from one of his nerdy books," Paulina comments.
"This looks like cuneiform," Lancer says.
"Common mistake, it's actually Akkadian," Danny corrects before slapping a hand over his mouth.
"Isn't that that dead city you were complaining about at lunch?" Tucker asks.
"...no?" 
"Convincing," Lancer deadpans. "Will you care to read for the class what your little note says?"
Danny opens his mouth and then closes it. 
The note shimmers in his hand.
"Would you believe me if I said what note?"
"Now Mister Fenton, we can all clearly see…"
Danny opens his hand as the note fades into nothing.
"I don't have a note." Danny gives his best innocent smile.
Lancer and half the class gapes at him.
The bell rings.
Nobody moves.
Danny wiggles his fingers a bit, "Can you let go please?"
"Oh, yes, certainly," Lancer mumbles, stepping away. 
Danny pulls his hand to his chest, grabbing his stuff with his other hand. "So uh, bye?"
Lancer makes no move to stop him as he leaves, Sam and Tucker hot on his heels.
"How did you do that?" Tucker asks, catching his elbow and spinning him to a stop.
"I didn't do anything," Danny puts a hand up in surrender, "It was written on ghost paper so it dissolved on its own."
"I know your parents are wack but ghost paper, really?" Sam arches an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "You said it was from your grandfather."
"Yeah, it is-was, look can we just not do this now?" Danny glances over Sam's shoulder at Dash looking over the crowd. 
Tucker follows his line of sight and starts moving again, hand still on Danny's elbow. 
"Yep, we're moving," he says. "So about the ghost paper-"
"I dunno, they just use it to leave notes on my stuff," Danny says as they duck down a hallway.
"So it's not one of your parents' weird inventions?" Sam asks. 
"No," snort, "Definitely not. If it's not a weapon, they don't want anything to do with it."
"Think he'd be willing to share some with us?" Sam's eyes are bright with an idea. 
Danny looks over his shoulder to her and them ahead to where Tucker is leading them through the halls.
"You know, I think he might." He smiles back, "Are you guys free tonight?"
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beedreamscape · 6 months
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When you thought you were in a contemporary rivals-to-lovers romance with touches of medical drama, but then they pull away your funds and you cry in each other's arms but you got hopes this might be your underdog moment, your chance to overcome adversities but then the bodies won't rot and the bodies won't rot and the bodies won't rot and J—'s eyes turn honey turn amber turn gold...
And maybe you've done something right but... they still won't rot and maybe he's crazy but maybe you're raiding a graveyard for him and it's the most romantic thing you've done in a while because maybe this isn't cute anymore, this isn't cool anymore, and he makes them move and he makes them walk and maybe this is actually the start of an apocalypse movie and here's where the disease begins.
Yet somehow the problem is still money and youtube comments and goverment lackeys and evil CEOs and bureaucracy and conspiracies and you were supposed to save the fucking planet, and now you're surrounded by meat and now he can kill and kill and kill and now the skeleton army doesn't sound absurd and now blowing everything up doesn't sound so bad—
And now you think you're tired of seeing the world in 2 by 35 and you just wanna go home and do Cappuccino Tuesdays and Popcorn Saturdays and walks on the beach with C— and dim lit nights with A—... but the movie isn't over yet and this is not your story to tell.
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nepenthean-sleep · 6 months
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see what tamsyn muir taught me is that 9 times out of 10 if you're struggling with a plot that's almost like too introspective on the characters and their arcs, you just need to add a giant fucking monster. oh no the main character is sitting around thinking about her feelings? bone construct. oh no the main character is confused about a corpse following her around or some guy trying to kill her? vengeful soul of a dead planet. oh no the main character just wants to go to school and pet dogs? vengeful soul of a dead planet again. raise the stakes with a horrifying creature: it's the all-in-one plot quick fix
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mindfogs · 7 months
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THE ONE THING THE LOCKED TOMB FANDOM GOT WRONG (in my humble opinion)
everyone is always saying how my girl Gideon is doomed by the narrative, but, guys, the narrative adores her
she had so many moments where she could have died, starting right at her birth, she survived the spaceship crash, she survived the gas at the nursery, even her fucking sperm was still kicking when it was not supposed to. but these were all instances where she was saved by her divine nature, idem for the avulsion room.
other times was because of mere chance (the spaceship she didn't get on) or because someone spared her (Cytherea), you get where i'm going? all these moments where she almost met her end, she never really fought to escape death, it kind of just happen.
even when she actively chose to die, the universe Harrow refused to let her. she decided to die, and she couldn't even do that. SHE IS LITERALLY BLESSED BY THE NARRATIVE, which can be considered as bad, if not worse, but i digress.
but Harrow?
Harrow whom challenged death every time she pushed her limits, who almost died in a bone cocoon in a basement. Harrow who was almost murdered in her own ospital bed as soon as she committed the greatest sin of her life. Harrow who was almost murdered by the saint of duty like 15 times, Harrow, whom God himself asked to kill. Harrow who was gently taught how to tie the knot by her parents. and how easier would have been to have died then? how easier it would have been to follow Abigail in the river?
Harrow who was already a walking corpse for every single one of her brothers and siaters in the Mitraeum, who wasn't supposed to survive the night. who was almost posessed, who was almost murdered with her own sword, Harrow who is already 200 dead children in a trenchcoat.
Harrow who fought every time with her teeth and nails (literally) to stay alive, who made possible the impossible to save herself, Harrow who refused to die.
all i'm saying is, for how many times Gideon grazed death she always found herself alive because of things outside of her control, as of now is literally impossible for her to die because God decided to have her reborn as his indestructible weapon.
Harrow is the doomed one. Harrow who's fucking lineage of tombkeepers wasn't even suppose to be born. Harrow who's house wasn't supposed to exist. Harrow who's doomed by the narrative, but refuses to give up till she got breath in her lungs. Harrow who yet again says fuck the narrative, i will stay alive for my House, and my Love, and for Her.
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clonerightsagenda · 9 months
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I am not going to say TLT is about fossil fuels because it's about a lot of things and it's reductive to boil it down to anything, but a society fueled by necromancy/death magic/corpses is reminiscent of our society fueled by and built with petrochemicals (oil, natural gas, plastic), and given that within the necromancy framework the role of the cavalier is to be metaphorically, literally, and/or spiritually consumed, it's interesting that the first cavalier was the planet Earth. This new world is still based on devouring the planet.
Does this make Paul a metaphor for nuclear fusion I'm joking but I suppose the question Alecto must resolve is whether we can escape needing to consume to survive.* And maybe we can't - stop trying to make your carnivorous pets vegan - but can we find a method of consumption that's less destructive?
(Some people may see Paul as that answer but I am a Hater who isn't into ego death.)
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