One of the reasons I hate the Inuyasha love triangle discourse is bc frankly it bores me to tears.
It rubs me the wrong way when I see ppl go on and on about who loved Inuyasha better, who was more deserving of said love, who failed, and who gives Inuyasha more blah blah. I'm just saying that there is plenty to talk about outside of a romantic context. Especially (imo) when it comes to Kagome.
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Reason #903048301 as to why I love the character Kagome is because she's like this timeless icon of the 90s teen girl archetype. It's wild how you can write fanfiction about her and get this glimpse into what it meant to be a teen girl back in the day. But, that definition varies for everyone, and that's what makes it magical.
When you see someone writing Kagome, it's like a window into their own experiences. Everyone's take on Kagome is a bit different but there's this..all encompassing Kagome-ness that we try to tap into (her kidness? her empathy? her sense of duty? it's different for everyone!). She's this character who somehow manages to resonate even today. Or maybe she doesn't, and that's part of the charm – she's this evolving, undefined concept. If you picture Kagome in high school today, it would def be a different Kagome. And that is so much fun to explore!!!!!!!!!!!
And then there's the fact that Kagome represents us, the audience, in Inuyasha's world. Through her, we get to explore this fantastical and dangerous realm. She grows, and we grow with her. By the end, she's not the same teen girl, but a mature woman. It's like, who is this post-canon Kagome? We all get to project our ideas of womanhood onto her as she takes on the role of the legendary miko of the village. She changes, and we see ourselves in that transformation.
I'm on this journey, trying to figure out how she still fits in today's world and how others put their own spin on it. It's fascinating how characters from that era can still resonate today, even as the definition of a teenage girl's experiences and identity has evolved over the years. These characters can serve as a lens to understand the changing perspectives and experiences of teenage girls through different generations. (SHE LITERALLY VISITS HER (more repressed) SELF IN THE PAST AND AHUghhhhhh!!!!!!!! AND! IS FIGURING OUT HER IDENTITY AND HOW SHE FITS INTO THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS!!!! Her relationshi with Kikyo in that context is something I wanna talk about more)
Writing fanfiction allows you to delve into this archetype, providing insights into the character and the era while also allowing you to put your own spin on it. It's a great to see how different writers interpret and reinterpret this character in contemporary contexts. I can't get enough of Kagome.
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Extinct Disney Parks and Attractions tournament round 3: Bracket AB
Reminder, you don't have had to experience any of the attractions/experiences to vote! Just read in the info and/or watch the vid,then vote for which you wish you would have experienced more/which sounds cooler!
Videos and propaganda/info dumping under cut
Discovery Island: Disney World (1974-1999)
Propaganda:
Yet another infamous, abandoned by Disney gem! This one is still there though!(as far as Im aware???). It was basically a little nature park on a little island in the middle of one of the lakes, where they had tons of different plant species and birds and even some animals. After the opening of Animal Kingdom in 1998, they decided it wasn't really needed anymore and relocated a lot of it's plants and animals to Animal Kingdom. The weird thing though, is that they left it completely abandoned. Like, parts of it legit look like they had to like evacuate, as there are still photos on desks and tools and all sorts of stuff just laying there for over 2 decades now. Another popular spot for urban explorers
Urban exploring vid of what it looks like now(well 2017)
Stitch's Great Escape: WDW Magic Kingdom (2004-2018)
Propaganda:
" If you were as obsessed with Stitch as I was then you also loved this ride. I don't remember much of the actual ride ironically enough, but I remember always having a blast and needing to go on it when I was younger. When I went back to Disney after COVID I was so sad to learn this ride was gone."
I can still smell Stitch burping chili cheese dogs in your face tbh
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I know the world is beautiful, but it is dull and without whimsy compared to the fantasy I wish to be apart of. There is no magic or fate or curses or prophecies. We long stopped singing ballads and the fairytales of our world are simple when you look at the tales fantasy children are told. We have no handsome princes with magic swords, no mystical girl who lives on the tower on the hill, who might just be immortal. I cannot walk into an enchanted forest, or do small things to prevent malicious spells. There are no semi-immortal magical figures, there are no Fates, no wizards, no tragic tales of kings past who have been cursed, no hope of a fairytale ending. Because this is not a fairytale world with mystery and intrigue and magic places. We do not have a truly magical history, or dazzling balls. We don’t feel the joy of a dangerous adventure, in search of something fortold. You can’t get wrapped up in some sort of plan between some defied not quite humans when you were trying to dance at some event where people are in detailed doublets and fancy fantastical dresses. Somewhere where many carry weapons around, weapons like bejeweled daggers and enchanted swords, not the occasional person with a gun. Where that same dagger can be strapped to my leg under my ballgown.The world we have is nice, but I would rather risk the danger of a world like that than stay here. I want a world where magic is there and true love is a concept that could be bound by fate, where hope is almost a spell in itself. I want whimsical things and magic and love that makes “naive feminine things” like true love and hope and the belief that if you keep going, keep fighting, that you and the good you believe in will eventually win, and you will make sure it stays that way, are possible with that magic that promises to all. I want to sing tale of tragic love. I want an arrow to whiz past me, to feel the breeze whoosh by. I want an adventurous happily ever after, that isn’t really over. One you keep fighting for, day in and out. One that is something you can keep safe and protect. These places are bound to pages, and it sometimes doesn’t feel fair.
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Finally completing Book 6 of Twst and once again I'm back on the train thinking about the under utilized fact that Yuu/MC supposedly has 0 magic
Personally still open to the idea that they do in fact have some kind of dormant underlying magic hence how they got taken to NRC in the first place but whether they do or not at the is point in time as far plot is concerned they don't.
So being that they have 0 magic in any capacity, I almost feel like their should have been more, some kind of consequence or something with them going to the Isle of Woe. Now I'm not saying they need to end up life or death scenario or critically injured but something, maybe use the fact that having no magic at all we/they can sneak past the Ferrymen as they don't register us as a threat (if take any notice at all)
Having no magic to take seeing that Azul and Riddle alone were affected by being to close to those doors to the underworld, and then you know what happened with Vil. Depending where we/they were in all this how would or what if that have a really bad affect on us. With no Mana to drain it can literally sap at the life force or something.
At the very least with all the crazy stuff going on I think an interesting twist if you will could be only upon returning home does it become known realized that Yuu/MC has indeed sustained some kind of injured, aren't quite as unscathed as every one assumed.
They've just been hiding it keeping it to themselves the whole time cause well got bigger fish to fry right now, and is only upon Malleus commenting on our well being that the truth comes out.
While on one hand yes they're in better shape then some of our friends (especially poor Vil) but also actually have been running around kinda injured this whole time- like maybe it's something that actually happens early with the odd line hinting at something going on with us/dear protag-kun now and then but with everything else going on plot wise it's also easily brushed aside.
Which I suppose given how much Malleus seems to have become fond of us/Yuu also adds to Lilia's little spiel talking about how fragile 'Children of Men are' and all that, thus more fuel to Malleus growing dilemma for book 7.
Sure maybe it wasn't anything to bad but the thought that he could have lost them?
Plus idk maybe serves as a little reminder to everyone else that although Yuu is clearly willing to go headlong into danger for their friends, unlike everyone else. They. Do. Not. Have. Magic! They don't have the same ability to defend or protect ourselves and how damn lucky it is that they managed to survive.
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Thinking about how The Legend of Vox Machina is such a good translation of a D&D game into a visual medium.
I got hooked to Percy specifically because so much that they do with him to set the tone and mood are beautiful. The transitions where he puts on his mask. The smoke, noticeable but not too obtrusive until it gets too powerful to ignore.
I adore the entire way they did Orthax. I've been playing D&D inspired ttrpgs for long enough that Demon has become just an enemy type with specific weaknesses but the entire way that they depicted him really captured what demons SHOULD be. And I haven't listened to the podcast campaign yet and I know that at least some of that comes from the DM himself but it's so easy to look at a stat block and think of that as all a demon is. But the way that he's shown in the animated series, the battle in the center of percy's mind, everything they did with the effects when he was trying to fight him to keep from killing those he loved, the way you translate dice rolls and character actions into a visual medium, it was just done masterfully.
I've seen people saying 'Percy is extremely anime' and they're RIGHT but my favorite D&D campaigns have always had that kind of high drama, high fantasy, rule of cool feel that makes people identify him as that. And Percy's arc honestly is SUCH a good tone setter in many ways- if I choose to get into the campaign now I feel like I know what I'm in for. I'm in for drama, character trauma, close calls, described viscera and gore, npcs who can't be saved, but I'm also in for hope and the power of friendship pushing forward to solve problems together (for as long as it can, at least), as well as villains that have just as much power and cool invested in them, as much thought behind them as the PCs which is always an excellent experience.
So being able to watch this and see that how fleshed out all the characters are, how the undead are truly undead, the demons have meaning, but there's still so much lightness and brevity between the dour moments is really inspiring, and the way that it translates the rich world that has been made makes me want to build rich worlds myself because I so rarely see worlds as colorful but as serious as the ones I want to make portrayed in media like this.
And it makes me really want to listen to the Critical Role podcast, I'll give them that.
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The Scarred Among the Mundane.
cw: mentioned death, magical torture, failed escape, inhuman whumpee
previous. masterlist. next.
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Finn wakes to a bucket of water in his face. He jerks upright, coughing with enough force to make his ribs ache.
Freezing water drips down the back of his ripped shirt. With a disgusted flick of his wrist, he pushes wet braids out of his face. Droplets of water are thrown in every direction as he peers up at Verne.
She holds an empty bucket in one hand, flame-red hair bright against the darkness. She smiles. “Good morning.”
I hate you. I will rip your throat out with my teeth.
The sorcerer doesn't seem to realise the imminent danger she’s in because her smile brightens.
Finn bares pointed teeth in a snarl.
A threat for a threat.
Verne drops her bucket and kicks it aside. Finn watches it, gaze darting from the bucket to the closed door.
To the unlocked, closed door.
A trembling hope– the colour of yellow– rises inside him.
Verne’s voice cuts through his thoughts with all the force of a physical blow. “Stand up, elf.”
Snarling. “No.” Finn's eyes never leave the door.
Verne sighs. “Go ahead and try.”
The world stops spinning. “What?”
“Try and escape.”
She’s far too calm for this to be anything but a trap. But the glimmer of hope is now an explosion. He’s on his feet, scrambling for the exit, a fire burning behind his eyes.
“Idiot,” says Verne and she’s smiling.
But Finn’s hand is on the door and escape is so close he can taste it –
His body ceases to be his own. He stiffens, hand falling to his side. Breaths come in odd gasps that are ripped out of him.
He’s forced to turn around, back to Verne and to the cell full of shadows and echoing screams.
Verne’s hands are twisted into wierding shapes. Her smile is unwavering. “Are you paying attention now?”
What else can he do? He can barely manage the required nod.
“Good.”
Finn finds something very, very bad with how she says ‘good’. It feels like a threat. A skin-crawling, mind-numbing horror about to be released.
Verne’s voice is dangerously low. “I’m going to try something familiar first. Perhaps you remember…I used it only two days ago.”
Has it only been two days?
His stomach drops.
“The spell I used isn't supposed to render a human unconscious. It's supposed to kill them.”
She waits for that to sink in.
Finn’s eyes widen. It’s sinking in.
“Did I try to kill you? Well,” she shrugs. “You were trying to burn down the Monarch’s castle. But you– somehow– are still alive. Oh, it's fascinating. I wonder how many other spells you can hold up against…I’m rambling, aren’t I?”
Finn stares in silent horror.
“Let's see how long you last this time, my elf-friend.” She lifts her other hand with a shark-toothed smile. “Remember, deep breaths.”
And Finn’s world shatters.
He can feel his body reacting— twisting into a voiceless scream. Crumpling to the ground, legs giving out on him, horror upon horror upon horror. But for a moment, he remains detached.
He manages a huh, that looks painful–
And then he joins in the screaming.
His blood is ice inside him. It’s wrong, wrong, wrong. Everything is wrong. Blood isn’t supposed to be a mountain-range under his skin.
This is his last coherent thought.
Blood in his throat, tasting like an open blaze.
Spiralling darkness. It spikes through blood cells, spearing the crimson red with shadows.
–He is an insect, pinned to a wall with needles–
Finn’s view of Verne’s boots and the scarlet-stained floor starts to fade.
Verne’s hands drop to her sides. The relief of unconsciousness is denied to him. She sways on her feet, wiping away the sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Her hand comes back red.
She looks at the blood. Sighs. Glances at Finn– shivering elf, all shadowed skin and ripped clothes– still alive. Judging by his shattered breathing, at least.
Despite her exhaustion– the mind numbing, void-filled exhaustion– Verne laughs. It dies on her lips.
But–
But the elf’s still alive.
Her theory is correct.
A dozen more spells burn at the back of her mind, demanding to be tested. And for the first time in ages, she’s excited to test them.
“I’ll be back,” says Verne. Not that Finn can hear her.
Finn curls up tighter on the ground, trying to convince himself this is some bad dream he’s trapped in.
This can’t be real.
This nauseating pain cannot be real.
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