💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?
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Hello my beloved partner, thank you for the ask!! <3
So, I have a bit of a confession to make. I ship Laios x Marcille--but only in the Golden Country.
Marcille is seen in the fandom largely as two things: the Complainer, and Falin's soulmate. While neither is wrong, I don't think she can really be both of these at the same time.
Marcille is, ultimately, a character who wants. She wants decent food. She wants Falin to return to the school. She wants her friends to outlive her. She wants Donato back.
Falin is the antithesis of this. Where Marcille has a foot in both Elven and Gnomish magic, Falin falls squarely on the Gnomish side. Instead of constructing a perfect dungeonarium, she fills her jar with the perfect conditions to let a dungeonarium construct itself. And when she finds her life is at its end, Falin accepts this, and simply does what she can to send her friends to safety.
Laios, on the other hand, has a lot of desire. He wants to eat monsters, for one. But more than that, he wants to exert his will upon the concept of monstrosity. In the back of his book he has sketched out his idea of what a perfect monster would be, and he fantasizes about designing a dungeon's economy to make most efficient use of its monsters.
He isn't static, of course. At its heart, the story tries to interrogate desire, and asks whether desire is an okay thing to have, and if/in what ways it is different from love. Falin loves spirits, and Laios loves and desires monsters, and ultimately he must grapple with the difference between those two things.
If Marcille grows, if she separates her desire from her love and weighs the two against each other, then she will have gone through her character arc and come out the other side a foil to Falin. But if she doesn't grow, if she doesn't change, if she spends eternity stagnating, Laios makes the most sense.
He is the default option, isn't he? They are the leading man and woman, and that's how these things usually go. The idea of never losing your loved ones is not so far off from the idea of a monster so perfect it can never be defeated. They do seem interested in each other in the Golden Country too. She blushes at his compliments, he uh.. is reminded of her by talk of milk. And they do have interpersonal chemistry--in fact it's the driving force of the series. And all it would take for Marcille to have a perfect happy eternal life with Laios is to not grow as a person, to keep her flaw of always always always wanting.
So Marcille complains, and that is her fatal flaw, which she must overcome in order to love things as they are, while she still can. And when she does this she will become Falin's soulmate and ideal partner. But before they can make a good couple Marcille must accept--and love--Falin for the precious mortal human she is.
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Gareth didn’t know who had “almost running over a bloodied and very clearly drugged survivor of--if said survivor could be believed-- a mall fire” on their 1985 bingo card, but he’d like a fucking word.
Particularly considering Steve Harrington kept panicking anytime either he or Eddie even hinted at taking him to a hospital.
Instead he insisted, like some kind of bad action movie hero, that he was “perfectly fine” and that it was “not nearly as bad as it looked.”
Both of which might have been believable had he not twice gotten distracted by Gareth’s drums (sitting next to them both, on account of Corroded Coffin having played at the Hideout that night) asking rambling questions that constantly outed him as being high as hell.
Nevermind the fact that Gareth kept finding more blood.
“Really, it’s--mm.” Steve said, wincing as Gareth found yet another wound. “Not bad.”
“I don’t know how a fire even did this.” Gareth shot back, trying to figure out what stain he needed to press on without taking Steve’s shirt off.
Harrington raised a hand. “Service elevator.” He identified.
He made a whooshing noise, following his hand as it dropped back to his chest. “Slammed right into the floor.”
Gareth winced.
“There was a lot of shit in that elevator besides us.” Steve added, and it was moments like this where Gareth could almost believe the guy was sober, until Harrington followed it up with yet another rant about Russians and Russian Truth Serum.
Right as Gareth found another wet spot.
“Fuck the speed limit, Harrington’s bleeding out on me back here!" Gareth called, voice loud and frantic.
Sure that might have been dramatic but then, so were Steve’s injuries.
"Sorry babe." Brown eyes, pupils blown wide from drugs stared up at him with an easy smile, at odds with his beaten face.
In a tone so unimpressed, a middle school teacher would have envied him, Gareth said; "That is not my name."
Harrington didn't even blink. "I know. It's Gareth."
That took him aback.
"I really don't know how to feel about you knowing that." He admitted, half to keep Steve talking, and half as a distraction when he finally figured out which wound needed pressure the most (and then pressed on it.)
Apparently whatever the hell made up “Russian truth serum” was some strong shit, because in a tone so utterly honest (and thus entirely unlike the Steve Harrington that had ruled Hawkins High halls) Harrington said; "Good things, I hope."
Then winked.
What the fuck.
"Eddie drive faster!" Gareth yelled over his shoulder. “I think he’s dying!”
(He wasn’t, but given the flirting, Gareth wasn’t taking any chances.)
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As much as I'm enjoying seeing all the 60s style ineffable wives fan art, I have serious doubts that Aziraphale would wear anything considered fashionable for the time. I think 60's fem!Crowley would be in miniskirts and gogo boots while 60s fem!Aziraphale would dress several decades out of date, as he does when he's male-presenting. More like this:
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