#very rare mid-afternoon brainrot

[jahanmp4]

Another interesting parallel between 화월가 (Last Flower) and 바람의 노래 (Song of the Wind) is that both perceptions of being left alone are valid and beautiful in their own way.

For this post, I will take the liberty to assume LF is told from k!Louis' perspective (as it came out during HOK5 era) and SOTW from k!Mujin's.

바람의 노래 (Song of the Wind) is all about k!Mujin explaining his loved one that it's okay if they forget him, that it was bound to happen no matter how cruel his fate is. It's a continuation of him being trapped in the magical tree of the land in order to protect it and its people. He does not know what eternity feels like, but he chooses to reassure his beloved instead.

“Even if you don't miss me, it's really okay,

Don't bother waiting, you can forget me and carry on leaving.”

k!Mujin chose his fate. He willingly trapped himself into that tree because it was what needed to be done if he wanted to save a kingdom he did not even know before. There is a sense of beautiful bravery and selflessness about k!Mujin, who sacrificed himself for the common good. He suffers greatly for his decision, but remains at peace and longs for his beloved. Does he regret it ? Of course, but it was what needed to be done.

화월가 (Last Flower) on the other end is full of anger and resentment, and it makes complete sense if it's about k!Louis. Unlike k!Mujin, k!Louis did not get to chose his fate. He simply woke up every day for ages, never getting old, and immortality is a bitter experience for the king. He considers himself to be a child trapped in time and loneliness, after all, what's lonelier than immortality ? You are bound to see all your loved ones die one after the other, over and over again, and all you can to is watch. He is angry at his beloved for leaving him, and hoping to see them again in his next life.

Eventually I will do a fully fleshed out analysis of the Moonlight Flower Tryptic (Promise, Last Flower and Song of the Wind) because they all showcase very similar experiences with different outcomes.

Unlike k!Mujin, k!Louis was unable to protect his loved one, and their absence is unbearable. He also mentions seeing them in the next life, which, as figurative as it can be, could also mean quite literally that this person will reincarnate in the future, therefore k!Louis will be able to see them again. He's suffering from his immortality, if anything he wishes he could just die so the reincarnation process would go faster (spring being a very common imagery for rebirth).

“Will spring really come to me too ?”

He's longing for his beloved, he is also longing for his death : he wants to die. He sings that he cannot live on now that they're gone, that he'll die of grief in their absence.

There is also the unavoidable loss of memory that comes with reincarnation. He's begging his loved one to not forget him and hoping that they will remember as they look through the horizon.

Find the fragments of memories scattered across the horizon

Oh blue bird, please convey my word

Even if we're under the same sky,

It's a cruel destiny where we can't be together

k!Louis hasn't accepted his fate because he's simply suffering from it. He had no say in his life and only suffers a great deal of pain caused by loneliness.

One king willingly locked himself up and renounced the world around him, the other lives on freely but would rather die and find a new fate instead.

#very rare mid-afternoon brainrot #kingdom #kingdom kpop #kingdom Mujin #kingdom louis #history of kingdom part v louis #history of kingdom part vi mujin #someone (king jahan) please save their poor souls if anyone (king jahan) could hear my request

[amelie-isnt-french]

Against my better judgement, can I ask about the 24k word TMA conspiracy board?

I like how you already know that you might regret this halfway through, self-awareness is important!

Against anon's better judgement, I hereby present the Original TMA Brainrot Document! *drumroll*

I've only had comment permissions on this document since today, actually, so all my added nonsense is FRESH!

General layout is this: the doc goes episode by episode until mid s4 (as you, beloved people, can see below), and then we follow it up with conspiracy rants, entity characterisations & rituals. Not only confirmed rituals, but also Ali's speculations, which are delightful.

Let's start out gently, shall we? First info we get on the document is about the Magnus Institute and its employees:

Yes, I know this is Hannah-from-the-library erasure, but she's on maternity leave. Good on her. If you, like me, have no idea who Sonia is, please comment because I feel very silly that I cannot remember her for the life of me. Thanks o7

Anyway!

Every episode entry will look like an approximation of this, with more or less red string ranting and "ohhhhh I know that name!!" depending on the episode.

What follows now is a highlight trip through things written by @alice-apparently and carefully chosen by yours truly.

Firstly, to highlight once again our different listening styles: Ali edited this document after pretty much every episode she listened to and I blazed through a quarter of s1 in one afternoon. Self-restraint? Never heard of her.

Cross-referencing like the good academic she is:

Ali's paranoia is rarely wrong, even when she doubts herself. Granted, she might run right past ginormous plot points, but none of the details shall escape her grasp!

Fun fact: in s4, we turned Ali's "I'm so worried about Martin" into a whatsapp sticker, THAT'S how often she texted me those exact words

Bone Apple Teeth. also something something DC Universe, help me out here folks bc I know zilch about DC save for Henry Cavill's Superman films (for shame, I know I know)

Jurgen Leitner??? Stupid idiot motherfucking Jurgen Leitner-

No but fun fact, Gerry Keay (and Mike Crew/Ex Altiora) is the reason Ali even started this doc, so we are very very attached to Gerry in this house and only mildly upset at Leitner's demise. Ceci n'est pas un pipemurder.

mag 39 "Infestation"

- WORMS

'nuff said

Poll time: the two genders are as follows ->

Michael's stabby shenanigans and not!sasha being, well, not Sasha. Rude.

I've hit the max image limit, so wait for the self reblog for more rambling if you so please <3

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma jmart #elias bouchard #gerry keay #for ali but also he's in this post i swear #jurgen leitner #that's all the people I'm gonna tag I'm getting tired here #red string paranoia doc #EVERYONE GO CHEER ON ALI FOR ALL THIS WORK

[sortagaysortahigh]

Please like the way that this fantasy AU is causing me brainrot like i must share some of the other ideas i had!!!!

Eddie is the human prince (who only truly wants to be a music-loving sailor) that has fallen in love with the elven princess after a grand total of 1 conversation.

He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t feel drawn to the cloaked woman, perhaps it was her almost-magnetic presence, or maybe it was the glow of her rings, rings that were rumored to drive those who could not live to their potential mad, or maybe, just maybe it was the sound of her laughter, it reminded him of a soft melody, only growing in volume as she chatted with the half-elf barmaid, a woman who’d been running the tavern with her father for longer than Eddie had been alive. It was clear to him that they weren’t speaking in the common tongue, and as he did his best to get closer without giving himself away he was positive that they were speaking a dialect of elvish, and of course, the prince of such a large region would hold some knowledge on other languages and even speak some.

Which is how he found himself eavesdropping on their conversation about the cloaked woman’s travels.

It wasn’t until she’d laughed again, and said something along the lines of “Don’t you just hate it when people choose to stick their nose in places they do not belong?” To the barmaid that Eddie realized the woman was well aware of his presence. Of course she had to have been, she wielded magic and a few of her rings probably held enchantments that allowed her to be incredibly hyper-aware of her surroundings. He sat at the table that was behind and to the right of the woman, placing himself in perfect ear-shot, even through the boisterous commotion of the tavern. It also left him in the perfect spot to be caught like a fish out of water.

The woman turned in her stool, the iridescent glow of her eyes gave away her elven race in seconds as she allowed her cloak to slide back the smallest amount-it was still covering her head-to allow for her fake to peak out more. The both of them held eye contact, she wasted no time in sizing him up, eyes trailing his figure once, then twice, assessing if he was a threat, or if he was just any regular townsfolk. But she knew he was neither, especially as she examined what she could see of his clothes, the loose-fitted beige shirt was something that many sailor wore, however the shiny silver chain tucked into it was a different story. Many sailors opted to wear gold, especially those affiliated with pirates or mercenaries. It was rare to witness a sailor in silver-especially silver that was as clean as his.

Not to mention how clean he was. It was mid-afternoon so the Tavern was well lit, and from what she could see there wasn’t much muck, grease, or dirt adorning his skin. Not to say that sailors were unclean-but typically those who spent the majority of their lives at sea had a very specific physical appearance, and this man did not fit a single one of those characteristics.

So the princess moved from her seat at the bar to the seat across from him, she was curious about who he was, and what it was that he found so interesting about her. There were easier ways to find all of that out, a few drags of her fingers alongside a word or two in arcana would allow her to gaze into his mind-but truth be told she didn’t enjoy using magic that way. Magic was sacred, and there was a time and a place that deemed it necessary.

“And who might you be?” He simply shrugged, now getting a better look at her, watching as she relaxed her shoulders slightly while placing both of her hands on the wooden table, fingers interlaced and still, outside of one of her index fingers tapping along the top of her opposite hand. He did his best to seem casual, like any other tavern go-er, but his attempts to be casual were short lived when she caught a glance of the pendant hanging along his chain. He immediately froze as she reached across the table, fingers now grazing the silver before slowly dragging it out of it’s confines.

“Ah I understand now, you’re the prince attempting to escape from your duties. I can only assume that of you, but wouldn’t it be smarter to not wear any of your house’s medallions, especially a silver chain adorning the house crest. I’d also recommend working on your disguise, commoners may not see through it, but you have many tells.” He opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling like a fish out of water, as if he had been exposed to the world in a matter of seconds. He half-expected her to give him away, or even lecture him on the responsibilities of any high-ranking royal. The regality of her voice let him know that they were of similar status, and as most high ranking nobles did, she too would probably tell him to give up on his fantasies about being a sailor, an adventurer, or truly leaving the city.

But she didn’t. Instead she laughed at his reaction before sitting back down, extending a hand to him, waiting for him to shake it.

“It is only right that I let you in on my attempts of escape as well.” She told him her name before nodding a few times “Princess of Silvermoon, daughter of King Haldir, but the use of a title is unnecessary here, considering we’re in the same boat”.

It all made sense to Eddie, he’d snuck out of the keep after his mother sent news that the High Elves of Silvermoon would be making their arrival today, and with them, a potential match for him. Historically it wasn’t uncommon for Elves and Humans of high-ranking status to wed, especially under the pretense of political alliances and unification under the threats of potential war. But that didn’t make accepting his possible arranged marriage and betrothal any easier. In fact it made it harder, knowing that he was expected to sire an Heir to his throne, while uniting two nations that have their own histories of conflict, plus up until today, no one past the lands surrounding Silvermoon had seen the Princess.

As superficial as it was, he didn’t want to be wed to someone he found unattractive, or even unappealing, especially when Elves were known to be very posh, judgmental, and just plain stuck up.

He blinked a few times before grasping her hand, shaking it over the table while he forced a small smile. “As you’ve assumed, I am the prince, Prince Edward, son of King Wayne the Third. But Honestly, I’d prefer if you called me Eddie, and skipped the formalities. Also, if you’d like to smite me at anytime during this conversation please feel free to do so”

There it was again, that laugh, except this time it was a little louder and she pulled her hand away from his gently to adjust her cloak because the moment she started laughing at him, it started sliding back again, revealing a peak of the deep black hair that her family was known for. They were unmistakeable, many elves had lightly colored hair, or even sunkissed blonde tones of hair, however her family was known for the deep black hair, it was said to be so black that it had hues of blue to it. The rumour had always been that their ancestors were the first to dabble in the mix of divine and arcane magic, using gifts from the Gods in combination with elements of the earth to create something almost untouchable that threatened the existence of divine magic. So in turn, they were marked with hair as dark as night, hair that would be used to alienate them from the other High Elves, however it only made her family stronger, and the power they possessed is what pushed them to where they were now.

“Unfortunately for the both us, I cannot smite you Eddie, if possible, I’d put us both out of our misery. I hear we’re to be married? A Prince who I can only assume yearns for the sea and the freedom it brings, and a Princess who’d rather speak to the city rats than to anyone considered close to noble. God they’re all so pretentious, and of course I know that my people are known to be pretentious, but oh Gods, they’re such asses!” she raised her brows while he let out a small laugh, doing his best to keep up a ‘relaxed’ appearance, when in reality, the more she spoke, the more he wanted to ask her a million questions about herself and follow her to the ends of the earth.

And he hadn’t even seen her without her cloak on yet.

#Fantasy AU stuff tee hee #eddie munson x reader #i just feel like this is so personal to me #this is a lot more than id thought tho