once again thinking about the worldbuilding in the riordanverse of "names are power" / "belief is power."
The Tri were only able to become immortal through convincing enough people to worship them that it became true. Monsters and immortals only exist through continued belief, and if enough people believe that they're dead or gone then it becomes true, like Pan. Their varied forms exist and manifest as they're believed in and called upon. Names call attention and epithets summon aspects. They're acknowledgement. Belief. Putting a name to a concept creates it as an individual.
And that's so fascinating when you start applying it to demigods. How much of their abilities are based on belief in themselves, in expectations of each other, in their parents' expectations of them? We've seen mortal figures who became immortal in some form or another because they were remembered. Even the lares - ancestral house gods, who persist because they're remembered. They have a legacy.
At what point does a demigod achieve that status? Rumors and whispers about them so persistent that they slowly become true. "I heard that Jason Grace is the son of two gods, does that make him a god?" "I heard Percy Jackson defeated a titan single-handedly. That he can create hurricanes without breaking a sweat. That he can control blood." After awhile, after enough rumors, does it become impossible to tell where they end and the legends begin? Isn't that what being a demigod is; half-legend?
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Chapitre 207 - The Evolved Manifestation (Or, from the fantranslation: Evolved Incarnation)
Splash text: Time moves slower than usual, until the new dawn comes
In which we have: cute!
Last time they were in Koryo, and this this time we’re in Hanshin! I would recognise that two-toned hoodie anywhere.
And I LOVE what that means. How, right here at the end, we’re getting a little parade of cute moments between Sakura and Syaoran throughout all the different arcs we’ve survived to get to this point. It’s a bouquet of moments where we can see their bond growing across the series, and a tour for the reader through all the storylines you can briefly think back on and remember before Tsubasa finally concludes.
But also! A small gathering of the various memories of the different worlds Sakura has been in, since that was what Evil Wolverine wanted from her all along.
But also also! A sadder tinge to this sweet memory knowing that these two people don’t exist the same way anymore - Syaoran’s soul is unconfirmed, and Sakura is kind of dead twice over. Perhaps this is a memory that is entirely lost to time, but maybe it’s not! We just don’t know yet.
And until we do know more, we can think back on Syaoran smiling as he checks on Sakura as she sleeps through the entirety of the Hanshin Republic.
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y'all know the 'and i love you so much i'm gonna let you kill me' line from that one florence + the machine song but i just can't stop thinking about it. like it is the ultimate anders line. the ultimate handers line.
you know, anders's life is (was) about running. he's good at it. he invented new ways to escape for every occasion. he got rid of fereldan templars. he kinda got rid of the wardens. he stayed out of kirkwall templar's sight for years. he could kill people and abandon duties and get away with it because it was what he knew the best.
and then he did something that would shake the world. something that people would demand his head for. before they had demanded it for who he'd been born. and then they got the reason that could not be denied. and he didn't run.
no way that he couldn't. kirkwall was burning and panicking, he could mingle with the crowd and disappear and leave no tracks behind but he didn't. he stayed and he wholeheartedly believed that hawke would kill him.
he was waiting for his coup de grâce. he would rather die by the hand of someone he knew and loved than by the hand of the people he was successfully running from because they hated him and he hated them. more importantly, once he had taken the life of his first love because there had been no hope for him, no salvation.
and he believed there was no hope for him now as well.
(and if hawke doesn't kill him he's so inspired. he's eager to fight because he doesn't want to die. he still has so much to do and now his life is finally completely his, because the first time he doesn't run he's spared. instead of a brand of tranquility or another year of solitary confinement or a knife in the back, he gets to know that there's someone who loves him so much they won't give up on him. they won't become his silent judge and this is the way they save him: not by denying his ideals, not by stopping him from fighting for his cause, but by letting him know there's still hope)
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just finished rereading the pjo books and I'm going to need a couple business days to process this like...your telling me what saved the world was his little sister looking up at him and telling him he promised her they were family. His little sister looked up at him, bloodied and broken and crying, and he realized he was just continuing the cycle in his rage. That he'd need to put a stop to what he'd set in motion, that he's wrong, that this isn't how he breaks the cycle. And then he kills himself because that's the only way for his sister to live.
And when the Fates carry his dead body out of the throne room his father stops them, pulls away the shroud and kisses him gently with all the love he was never allowed to show him before, because finally the cycle has been broken. Too late for the hero, but perhaps not for the rest of his family.
It's fine, I'm fucking great
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“No.”
“What do you mean, ‘no’, Assassin?”
“I mean what I said.”
Kirei should be mad. Should feel ire, should feel slighted at the fact that his Servant, a mass of mana who donned flesh and blood like a costume and was bound to him, was defying him. And yet, he feels nothing. Not even exasperation as the red-haired man before him flipped through a magecraft text sitting on the table before them.
When Kirei summoned Assassin as his Servant, he would be lying if he stated he hadn't been he had been expecting dark cloaks and a masked face, like every other Assassin from the Grail Wars recorded before. Instead, he got something… loud and garish.
Something red.
Assassin was not a typical assassin and refused to give his name.
Red clothes, red hair, red makeup, and Chinese in origin… he couldn’t place them— but he knew he was not one of the many hashashin who had come before him.
Granted, Kirie's… grasp on Chinese Assassins was lacking. He could name a few who were important to history, but there was no way this one was any of them. Too flashy, too comfortable in a modern atmosphere, and he had laughed when Kirei asked if he was the famed Jing Ke or Yan Qing.
And rather loudly at that.
Assassin was something of a mystery, despite his loud appearance and actions. The Servant was much bolder than one would think an Assassin would be, actively moving about the Tohsaka house before Tokiomi summoned the Archer Gilgamesh. So much so that Rin had asked Kirei about the “Redheaded Mister” more than once because he would help Aoi with cooking and she liked his cooking.
Again, another weird point that tied back to that ease of comfort in a more modern world. Assassin easily navigated the kitchen stove and radio— and while he knew that Servants were granted knowledge of the Modern world from the Grail, it was still odd. The familiarity wasn't that of a man who knew in the sense of having been told, but one who moved with the sense of having used one before.
Nonetheless, the fact remained that Assassin was a mystery despite how much he interacted with ease and talked to the Tohsaka family and him. Kirei would've assumed that, because of that, the Servant would have no qualms, however. It wasn't as if the man got attached— had he?
“What you’re asking of me is something that is… distasteful,” Assassin continued, seemingly unaware or perhaps uncaring that Kirei was at a loss. “I may be an Assassin but I am no idiot, though you might be."
Dark eyes met his own, reflecting the candles that adorned the walls. He was deadly serious, Kirei realized. And again, he was startled at the sheer amount of nothing he felt. He should feel annoyed, at least a little bit.
Tokiomi’s plan was already falling apart.
“Are you not my Servant?” He found himself asking and Assassin snorted, closing the book with a snap.
“You might be my Master, Kotomine Kirei, but that’s in name only. I will consider your orders, and ruminate on them, but that is all. If I act or not is my choice and mine alone,” Assassin said simply, not looking at Kirei again as he set the book down. “Feel free to use your command seals, though I can assure you, there’s only so far that will take you in this war."
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