oh my fucking god i feel. SO stupid rn at How i didnt make the (super sane very normal just absolutely. Yes. Surely) connection earlier but uhh
so anyway im now like 89% certain that whatever the "traces" of the narwhal that remain on ajax and facilitate their (ever-growing) innate connection are like. an actually fundamental aspect of it (them?) more or less.
why? because if you consider its pov just for a moment. the narwhal was literally about to depart teyvat for good. it had nearly finished consuming the primordial sea and preparing to breach surface to finish the job by eating the french for the leftovers their human bodies were made from. its an interstellar voyager it does not linger on planets it devours. it goes glug glug and it leaves.
and like if it wasnt for traveler intervening its confirmed through narzissenkreuz and renes world formula that teyvat wouldve just been destroyed. no one could have stopped the narwhal not neuvillette not focalors not anyone.
so what was the one other thing it did right before going for that french brunch? calling for ajax. getting them reunited in the primordial sea. like all the possible implications aside bc theres many different ways to speculate on the exact reasons why and the nature of that link. the point remains.
it wasnt leaving teyvat without finding him.
like the narwhal is about to fucking Dip from this cringe planet and whatever part of it that ajax carries within himself his narwhal Absolutely wanted to be reunited with. what the fuck am i supposed to read from that. hoyo???????!??! answers?!?!?!
and its not only the calling from the narwhal side itself either bc this is ALL coinciding with the growth of a 'restless power' within ajax and his vision malfunctioning (the things celestia is literally confirmed to harvest energy thru to repair its damaged authority) and his connection with the narwhal reaching an actual conscious level (arguably subconscious n emotional too bc i find it Curious his mood is poor right as the narwhal is repeatedly described as positively malding to the point its boss fight mechanic is literally a rage meter). ajax' power is growing. his destiny is starting to shift and something is drawing him to fontaine... right as the narwhal is getting close to finished with the primordial sea. funny how it overlaps eh. how it aligns 🤨🤨 why are they orbiting each other like this (they should kiss)
(& not to even Mention how ajax just Happened to get that absolutely exponential and borderline unbelievable feat of power spike in extending his foul legacy endurance as massively as he did. while. within the primordial sea. with his narwhal. who had at that point all but incorporated the power of that sea into itself. i s2g if childe was getting passive home turf co-op bonus exp with a 4x multiplier automatically the whole 40+ days 💀💀)
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tw for more suicide stuff -
also do you ever think about how the way Max (who struggles to express her feelings) was able to crank out very heavy, final-words letters to everyone important to her all in one night makes it seem awfully likely she had a head start on this project?
what's the likelihood that Max already had these letters at least partially mentally drafted as suicide notes that she would (most likely? hopefully?) never really write - and then ended up having to put them to paper after all, just as homicide notes instead?
the Billy letter being last is another indication, I think.
Billy is the root of her depression on multiple levels. she's been ruminating about her guilt for months, yet Billy's is the last letter we see her complete. why would she leave the most mind-consuming one for last?
because his is the only one she had to fully compose on the spot, because she hadn't already worded it in her mind, because he's the one person she wouldn't have had to leave a note for.
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Crying while reading the 11th How To Train Your Dragon book because,
Five years after I read this book the first time, I finally understand Snotlout.
I read this book the first time when I was twelve, almost thirteen. A few days before I turned thirteen, and at the time, I didn't understand why everyone in the fandom talked about being upset when this guy died. "He was awful," I'd say, a twelve year old kid who was relentlessly bullied just like Hiccup, "He was horrible. How can you all feel bad for him?"
And of course he was awful. Of course he was horrible. But just now, just a few minutes before I started typing this, I understood.
This kid (Kid. He was 16-17, roughly. My age) was told for years that he was the hero. He was the important one. And suddenly Hiccup comes along and he feels useless, like he isn't important anymore.
Then fucking Alvin comes along and is going to become king, and Excellinor banishes Stoick along with Hiccup and suddenly Snotlout is going to be chief of the Hooligans. He's finally going to be what everyone told him he was going to be. He knew what they were doing was bad but he didn't think about that. What was going on through his mind was that he was finally going to get what he deserved.
A quick note, again, that he was still in the wrong. None of this excuses that, it just explains why.
So then people like his father, and his teacher, and the former chief tell him that he's not the man they hoped he'd turn out to be. He's on the wrong side of this war. And he does think... what do I do? What side should I be on? Again, might I add, that this KID is AROUND SIXTEEN YEARS OLD.
The sword fight scene was where I started crying. He wants Hiccup to hate him so badly. He doesn't want to be forgiven, he wants to be angry, he doesn't want to stop and think about his actions. He finally had what he always wanted but at what cost? So much was ruined for him all because of this hiccup in fate. Yes, he was chief, but everyone hated him. He told Hiccup that he wanted to be king but that nobody would follow him.
So he wants to help Hiccup win now.
And this is where I started sobbing.
Snotlout wants to help Hiccup win.
And he tells Hiccup the plan. Hiccup isn't too sure about the plan, but Snotlout says to him, and I'm quoting directly from page 289 here, "Listen, you're always hogging the limelight, Hiccup, but you know what? It's my turn to be the hero."
He says, "So next time I see Gobber he will know that I am a hero after all. My father will be proud of me. They will all be proud of me."
...
He knew he was going to die.
Alvin says as Snotlout starts singing, "He knows he's trapped. That's Grimbeard the Ghastly's Last Song he is singing there. He knows he is trapped and he is going down fighting."
And I believe that fully.
In the final chapters of book 11 and it's epilogue, we know that Snotlout's father and Gobber and Stoick hated him. They thought he was a traitor, even as he was dying, because of course they didn't know. They didn't know. What they saw was Hiccup dying because of Snotlout's betrayal. They didn't see what we saw: Snotlout dying so Hiccup could continue on.
But Snotlout knew that they would see the black star medal around Hiccup's neck, and that they would understand. They would finally see him as the hero they told him he would be a long time ago. He knew there was no redemption for him other than the path he chose.
And I understand.
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Whumptober No. 1- Nicholas
The whispers in the boy's head told him that he was awake, but the fear in his heart told him to go back to sleep. The echoes of their voices shrieked at him, telling him to get the fuck up, but all he could do was lay on his side, struggling to find the courage to admit that he was alive.
Courage started with opening his eyes, letting them adjust to the hazy light of a single phosphorescent bulb. It flickered softly, the walls of his enclosure glimmering softly in the light. The boy let out a quiet moan and tried to push himself to his feet, but found it hard to do as the floor yawned wide, opening up and swallowing him whole.
The second time awake, he kept his head still long enough to make out his surroundings. He was in some sort of giant gaudy bird cage, that groaned and creaked as he moved, a feat, easier said than done. His body burned with pain as his brain begged for him to lie back down again. He made himself keep walking, a sort of sickly shuffle from one side of his enclosure to the other, feeling. There was a bandaged hole through his ribcage, and another in his arm. His wrists stung with rope-burns, and his wings felt heavy and sticky-- he was too afraid to see what with. The spiral staircase beneath him wavered unsteadily, as he wracked his mind, trying to remember.
Something in the stairs was humming. Or perhaps someone. He thought he heard the quiet notes of something vaguely melodic. Slowly, he peeked his head between the bars of his enclosure, looking down into the swirling abyss.
"Nicholas?" A gentle voice called out. "Are you awake?"
The boy swallowed. He felt something in his throat. "Who's Nicholas?"
"You are."
"Nicholas." The syllables tasted funny in his mouth. He supposed he had a name after all, though he was sure this one wasn't his. He paused, but the darkness did not yield a second answer. "Nicholas." He whispered. "I guess you can call me Nicholas."
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Y’all ever just come up with some crazy shit to make drinking more fun?
Like I’ll have some cranberry juice and pretend it’s red wine and I’m a monarch sitting sluttily on an ornately hand carved dark oak throne drinking to sooth my worries and pondering how to get my kingdom out of debt.
I’m holding my warm mug of fresh tea with honey. In my mind I’m an ancient witch sitting inside my greenhouse, watching two frogs hop merrily together outside. I think fondly on the times when I took evening sunlit strolls with a blonde-haired maiden who stole my heart.
I’m drinking a glass of orange juice. After a 16 year journey through space I finally reached the once thought desolate planet, and found it teeming with life. But I knew the nature of mankind, to destroy. I write a false log claiming the planet exponentially uninhabitable, and am taking the knowledge to my grave. I slowly sip on the toxic neon orange poison I found deep in a cavern, waiting patiently for it to consume me. Thoughts of the life, the family I left behind for the advancement of humanity. But now I throw myself in between humanity and a possible golden age, because I know what happens after the golden age.
I drink milk and I’m a c a t and I ✨lick✨
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I be thinking of the most nastiest shit in my head. I wanna do things i know I'm not supposed to do 🤭
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