[regarding my latest Rosquez and because the idea came when I saw your tags on that text post] Austria 2023 (10th GP of the season, first Sunday race Marc finished last year), Marc going to Vale on Sunday night and asking him for something to smoke (“Oh, come on, don’t make this face, you’re Valentino Rossi, of course you can get whatever you want wherever we are in the World”)
Anyway, they end up sitting next to each other, passing the blunt back and forth in silence until Marc says “Everyone’s making a huge deal of the fact I finally finished a race on a Sunday but the only reason I finished is because I didn’t push. Not pushing put me P12. I don’t race to finish 12th.”
Valentino also asks him if he’s started thinking about his options and Marc chuckles, asks him “Why? You’re offering me a job?” and Valentino laughs, half-evades the question with something like “You deserve a good bike, everybody deserves to see you at your best”.
If Marc gets cold, I think there is a chance that Valentino wraps his arm around his back.
Marc does not let his head fall againt Valentino’s shoulder.
marc genuinely not knowing where to get weed and going to valentino is so funny… save me dirtbag… save meeee
i think marc going to vale is also insane in this context bc marc was crashing alllll the fucking time then like notably more than usual not even finishing races just a miserable time. and then he goes FINE i will have to be content with mediocrity bc constantly crashing like that isn’t sustainable, but he’s also probably so MAD and frustrated about it bc he’s never been content with mediocrity in his life!!! so like. marc is most likely in an insane headspace here wrt his overly competitive little brain. truly i think the way he sees it, his two options are both intolerable: injury or mediocrity. because winning is not an option. hell world. leaving for gresini but not quite ready to let go world.
so he’s like. keyed up here. anxious and trapped results-wise in a situation that is just as painful as his arm injury but for entirely different reasons. and going to vale about it is insane bc divorce but! i could see him being desperate and not being popular or comfy enough in the paddock to know literally anyone else with drugs (and anyone else that he is a. in love with and b. able to relate to about specific ass sporting woes. literally you can’t fix this one with a surgeon buddy you need the DOCTOR.) so he reaches out again like he so often does…
HOWEVER !! i think this situation is also fucking BANANAS from vale’s emotional standpoint. like even outside of being his nemesis’s weed supplier (truly i think some part of him is like GOD okay needs to chill out so fine i’ll give him some pot. like perhaps no one else on earth has needed a hit more), it’s crazy in the context of vale’s myriad theoretical complexes about marc’s riding style. like. insane for him.
so it’s going fine until marc brings it up to him maybe after a few puffs. they’re like loose with weed and giggly (and a little unconsciously handsy. somehow marc’s head IS on vale’s shoulder but that’s just bc it’s cold and he fits there. and weed. no other reason dwai.) and!! maybe vale is relaxing into it. letting marc lean back against him and remembering how uncomplicated this can be. thinking about marc’s pink cheeks that first time he took a hit off of vale’s joint back in 2014, and how he’d teased vale for thinking he would cough. but marc shifts a bit, chewing on his cheek, clearly working through some residual stress. and he brings it all up bc he needs advice about his dogshit situation and vale is literally the only yardstick he will EVER measure himself with, but vale reads it as him almost like. asking vale for absolution concerning his riding habits and the risks he takes. which is something vale at this point can under no circumstances give him. because he’s stillllllll terrified he’s going to lose marc. so he pulls away and marc’s side is suddenly cold and it implodes from there…
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Sometimes I just think about Soi Fon. Like that shit was so insane. Easily one of The characters of all time. You’re going to give me a woman who hates the physical manifestation of her soul because it’s loud and explosive and she doesn’t think it’s “proper” that it suits her, but it’s so obvious it does because she’s angry and stubborn and loud and explosive!!! And then the fact that she never ever calls upon that physical manifestation of her soul until things are so dire it’s practically that or death? The fact that in so many ways she lets her emotions build and build and build until they quite literally explode???? And then!!! AND THEN!!!! Add in that she hates her bankai because it’s “inappropriate” for an assassin… for her role as captain of the Stealth Force… the position she inherited from Yoruichi after she abandoned Soul Society for Urahara… She despises the physical manifestation of her explosive nature, the nature she hides until she can’t, just like she shoved down her feelings for Yoruichi, the betrayal, the hurt, the love, until she quite literally couldn’t anymore and it all came back up in a BANG!!! Like god… oh my god, no one will ever do it again and kubo did not deserve such a cool fucking character in the least
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Transcription: Zayne's ST "Beginning"
i transcribed Zayne's ST story for meta purposes and thought I would put the transcription here for others to have it if they haven't unlocked it yet/to have it more accessible than it is in game
everything with "Foreseer:" is Zayne speaking directly, anything not attributed is the poem. i did it this way to make it easier to read the poem on its own, since that's what i hope to analyze in the future <3
Foreseer: Shift your gaze elsewhere.
Foreseer: Your expression shall not even earn an ounce of my pity.
Foreseer: Though it seems a night in the throne room was not enough.
Foreseer: Perhaps you desire to be frozen with the wall as your paltry confessional?
[Ice SFX]
Foreseer: Better to yield now than later.
[Page turning SFX]
Foreseer: Could you still be interested in what I’m currently reading?
Foreseer: …Certainly, ’tis a poem related to Astra. Its descriptions suit you.
Foreseer: Would you like to hear it?
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A great distance beyond, …. north of ice and snow,
Atop the Divine Mountain,
When Light pierces through howling blizzards,
The divine sing of Destiny’s crest
My Emissary devout,
Will thou be lost in these celestial halls?
Will thou have the courage to wait for Mine words?
To unveil thy fate predetermined.
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Foreseer: You appear to be fascinated.
Foreseer: [Laugh?] Hmph, then don’t speak.
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With the frozen kingdom awakened,
Greedy ants fall into eternal slumber.
The divine rest upon their thrones,
Yet hidden daggers lie beneath their robes.
Brazen trespasser,
Arcticyons sing of thy requiem.
Dost thou know where thy stands,
Upon white, gleaming bones?
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Foreseer: I don’t mind repeating this verse. Consider it a prophesy of your future.
Foreseer: Are you frightened?
Foreseer: If this is all your courage is capable of, you best forget about the Creatio Protocore.
[Page turning SFX]
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Traces of destiny like shimmering starlight,
Bind people who have never met…
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Foreseer: I’ll stop here. The last verse is rather strange.
Foreseer: Do you truly wish to strike a deal?
Foreseer: You ask far too many questions.
[Ice SFX]
Foreseer: Must your wild curiosity be satiated?
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Celestial Savior,
Is thou prepared?
To save him from darkness?
To be his sanctuary amidst rime and gale,
To allow the descent… of miracles once again?
-
[END]
here is the poem in its entirety without interjections just to make it easier to read:
A great distance beyond, …. north of ice and snow,
Atop the Divine Mountain,
When Light pierces through howling blizzards,
The divine sing of Destiny’s crest
My Emissary devout,
Will thou be lost in these celestial halls?
Will thou have the courage to wait for Mine words?
To unveil thy fate predetermined.
With the frozen kingdom awakened,
Greedy ants fall into eternal slumber.
The divine rest upon their thrones,
Yet hidden daggers lie beneath their robes.
Brazen trespasser,
Arcticyons sing of thy requiem.
Dost thou know where thy stands,
Upon white, gleaming bones?
Traces of destiny like shimmering starlight,
Bind people who have never met…
Celestial Savior,
Is thou prepared?
To save him from darkness?
To be his sanctuary amidst rime and gale,
To allow the descent… of miracles once again?
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