I just had an AMAZING thought!
You know the zombie song? Do an animatic with that song with boogy Etho and human Grian.
Think about it. Etho let Grian go at the near end of the session cause he would "never eat your brain" aka take your life.
I might just have to do this myself, it's such a good idea. 👀✨
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Kaveh's Drip Marketing
I have a lot to say about the connections between the Kaveh info that released today and Alhaitham (and what we know about their relationship with each other). I'm not looking at this in a romantic way necessarily, but just in how tightly knotted their characters are with one another.
First, Kaveh's title and description:
"Empyrean Reflection", or more simply, 'Heavenly Reflection'. This ties to his constellation, "Paeadisaea", which is the genus for the birds of paradise. 'Paradise' is a more general term for Heaven, but neither of these are particularly divine in nature in a deity sense. Personally, I think they might be denoting a reference to the Golden Ratio, AKA: Divine Proportion. It's a mathematic concept often used in artistry, which matches well with Kaveh's archectural design profession and his education from the Ksharewar Darshan, which is the Sumeru school of technology.
So that's what it means for Kaveh's own characterisation/lore imo, but it also links to Alhaitham. Firstly, Alhaitham's constellation is also a bird (Vultur Volans, or essentially 'vulture' even though his name means hawk), which is a nice match to Kaveh's birds of paradise. But more interestingly, this is what Alhaitham's Character Story 4 has to say about why he lets Kaveh live with him:
He views Kaveh as a "mirror". What is Kaveh's title again? "Empyrean Reflection".
And the mirroring is all over the place. Here's a section from Alhaitham's drip marketing from December:
He is
Largely unknown
Only puts in the minimum effort required to do his job
People don't pay attention to him
In contrast, here is a corresponding section that came out with Kaveh's drip today:
He is
Extremely well known
Incredibly hardworking
People pay attention to him even when he isn't asking for it, as a by-product of his career
Basically exact opposites; complete mirrors. Here's something else, first from the end of Alhaitham's description and then second from the end of Kaveh's:
Alhaitham's life is super comfortable, ideal in every way he desires. Meanwhile Kaveh is practically crippled by anxiety, made uncomfortable by his life circumstances. The wording itself is mirrored!
Ofc, Kaveh and Alhaitham provide one another's corresponding quotes in the drip marketing. Here is what Kaveh has to say about Alhaitham:
This is an amusing quote, basically a backhanded compliment of "oh he's very smart but he's too self-centred so his talents are made worthless since he never uses them to help others". Alhaitham's quote about Kaveh goes like this:
Alhaitham is a little more wordy so I'll simplify -
Talented people have a lot of outside pressure on them, which can be a burden
However, letting other people get you down is a character flaw, not an inherent part of being talented
Kaveh disagrees
Once again talking about an individual's talents and how worthwhile they are in the context of a society. Where Kaveh complains that Alhaitham can never accomplish anything worthwhile with his skills because he doesn't take other people into account, Alhaitham argues that Kaveh gets nothing done as a consequence of listening too much to other people's expectations. It's not surprising, then, that Kaveh is bankrupt but successful and Alhaitham is comfortable but unknown.
It's like - can these two stop talking about each other for five minutes? Anyway, this post turned out to be more of a collection of Kavetham quotes, but I think it's hard not to draw comparisons. I'm looking forward to seeing Kaveh's actual voicelines if there's this much material just from one marketing post lol
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saturday is a friendship song. and it is a love song. and the thing is i dont know if patrick stump sat down with the intention of writing a love song, and i don’t how long it took—ten minutes or twenty years or two more weeks (is there really a difference.)—but that’s what it became. every night they perform, every time patrick turns to pete and pete turns to him as they sing more than an hour, every show over the course of twenty years ten minutes and two more weeks, and every time pete screams and patrick sings me and pete. that’s what it became. saturday’s magic is not inherent. so much of it is time. time gave it its meaning. time made it a love song as if thats what it was meant to be all along.
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opening line patterns
thank you for tagging me @bittersweetresilience, @rosie-b, and @hueynomure <3 !! sorry I've been offline for a few days and of course I got tagged in something WAH
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern.
(I am skipping all my 100 word drabbles because otherwise this whole thing would probably be drabbles hgjhegwhfjv plus I do not feel like tracking those all down)
Consequences of Dating Blindly
Marinette hadn’t known her smile could be so wide.
2. Tail-End First
The beeping in her ears was insistent as Ladybug touched down on the nearest rooftop from the battle location, Chat Noir sharp on her heels.
3. Losing Sleep
Thump.
4. Fate, Destiny... A Hamster
“Oh.”
5. all i wanted (was you)
She was holding his hand.
6. i know that you like me
Adrien had no idea how he ended up in this situation.
7. Green & Red & Black
Lady Noire touched down to the street, the miraculous on her finger ringing only more desperate by the second.
8. I'm sorry
“I’m sorry,” she says, as she offers twin silver rings to him.
9. Florals
Marinette tapped her pencil to her lips, staring down at her blank page thoughtfully.
10. Professeure (of your love)
“Knock knock.”
I honestly thought more of these would start with dialogue. I'm kinda proud of my variety here. look, onomatopoeia :wowcat: what I will say is wow. I love one-liners huh
since I really haven't been online much the past couple days I have noo idea who all has done this so I'm not going to tag anyone directly but feel free to play if you see this! <3
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Open starter. Vampire Kenny.
It's normal to see a little blood on the streets every now and then, sure. But this is fresh, wet, and it looks like someone has been dragged, still bleeding, deep into a dark, silent alleyway. Something is moving back there, but without stepping closer, it's impossible to see what.
Even a few steps into the alley, it's hard to see in this dark. The trail leads to a small pool of blood, and in that pool, a man, although he barely moves like one, hunched over another. If it weren't for all the viscera, this could almost be mistaken for an intimate moment with the clear passion, lust, in the way he's latched to that neck.
'Should I take another step forward?' Thinks our onlooker, perhaps, or something to that effect. Maybe its all a trick of the low light, maybe nothing untoward is happening here at all?
Stepping closer or not, their decision doesn't matter. A shuffling in the street, a rustle of leaves, some sound draws this man's attention up, his eyes meeting those of his voyeur with an animal-like flash of light. Something inhuman about that gaze.
It seems to take effort for him to pull himself back to his feet, as though his body is heavier than expected, or perhaps is drawn to the mess below him like a magnet. Regardless, he stands, a bit taller than most but still sort of hunched. His height, unchecked, would have been intimidating, maybe he's trying to seem less threatening, despite his reflective stare and his being covered in another's blood, some of which he wipes from his lip with his thumb. He doesn't let that go to waste of course, a quick swipe of his tongue collecting it. He's wasted enough blood for one night, and far more than he usually likes to. "Desperate times, and all." So he can speak.
He's slow, but stepping closer and closer to the glow of the streetlights, closer and closer to this person intruding on his private moment here. He gestures to the scene behind him as he steps over the body, like it's an object. "I'm assuming you like what you see, you've been staring a while, haven't you?" His voice crackles every other word, like an old radio. "Curiosity killed the cat."
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