TELL US UR HOT DAGA FIX IT IDEA and also i am so excited to see an active hot daga blog in the year of our lord 2021.... thank you for all you do <333333
I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU'RE EXCITED TO SEE ONE!!! to be honest i'm just glad that people are actually interested in me keeping this blog active, and that my mutuals are still alive and well too. thank you for giving me motivation to keep making content <3
this has ended up as more of.. a pam analysis than a fix-it, but they tie in together at the "ANYWAY" so if you're looking for that, just skip to it :)
(there's more under this cut because it'll be long, but if you can't access it for any reason i'll be more than happy to message it to you. please also keep in mind that this is a LOT of pam apologism)
OKAY SO! it really all hinges on pam as a character and her development throughout the series and how that contrasts or goes along with the way that it works with other characters in the series. she’s a very complex character (something that doesn’t really need to be said; it’s pointed out in the show as well) and i find her arc incredibly interesting, especially because she is not... not a witch at the end of season 5 when she finally ends up being a semi-good guy.
pam is one of the oldest characters in the series both in age and in how long she's lasted as a character, just going off the fact that she was (a) around since the chili wars, (b) old enough to have a nephew ~about~ 20 years younger than her around the time of the time of the future, and (c) old enough for papa crab to recognize her from his vision of the crab joust.
this leaves a lot of space for her improvement! especially with the fact that we canonically have two timelines (the one where pam wins and the future happens, and the one where the joust is stopped). because we don't know that much about her life before she started serving the dark master, so i think... it kind of hinges on her involvement. we've never had the hotdaga without pam. even when she died, she turned around and became a ghost so she would still be around.
i think that, with the way she and mike acted around each other during the last few episodes of season five, there was a little more history there. this is where we get into my headcanon that mike and pam were actually friends after the time of the chili wars but before she found the dark master.
mike knows her. he's seen her at the wedding and knows about her involvement in the larger plot from gene and maizey (assuming they told him, which i think they did) but he doesn't hold any resentment? usually he's the first person to get up and go "hey, what you're doing is fucked up and i'm not happy with it."
obviously, since he never interacts with goondis on-screen before season five, it's a big hard to get a handle on his behaviour around old friends, but he doesn't seem to be... a fairly forgiving person.
this leads into how pam is... not really a bad person throughout the hotdaga. for sure, she does many, many bad things over the course of the series, but she is not... bad. she merely seems to be desensitized to violence.
combine that with the fact that many--if not all--the main characters in the hotdaga are fairly morally grey, you have a good setup for an interesting story.
ANYWAY. pam goes back in time with maizey on the minestrone to herself on the outer edge of the galaxy, meeting one of the other characters for the first time, but in the landing they were separated from the minestrone and need to get back without anyone noticing that they're around. this is... hard however, because there aren't a lot of people around but it is incredibly quiet and any movement is echoed around the small town and the scrap metal it's made of.
the minestrone is quite beat up from losing mike and goondis, and tired from the whole journey, so she misses again, and ends up going back and forth through pam's life up until the actual wedding. reflecting on her... what she stood for and stands for currently, the nothingness that could be the future, etc.
she's got!! layers,,, i love her. miss her.
Clancy: 10 - Indestructible Butterflies & Witches
CW: mention of (temporary) death, mention of scar, memory loss, conditioned whumpee - let me know if I forgot anything!
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Darius had a scar on his neck from the Nimbus’s bite. When we got back to Silverdream, Lady Agatha had asked about it, as he didn’t have that scar before. Darius had said, “There was an incident, but everything turned out just fine.”
Lady Agatha had been dissatisfied with that answer, but Darius had told her, “What happens to Clancy and I outside of your court is none of your concern, Lady Agatha. I will inform you of any incidents that happen here.”
He had not mentioned that he was immortal to her.
I had asked on our way back to Silverdream.
Darius had explained that he did not age, and if a wound killed him he’d wake back up fully healed in a couple hours.
“Wouldn’t that require a lot of sacrifice for that kind of magic?” I had asked.
Darius had raised an eyebrow at me. “If it didn’t, there would certainly be more out there like me, Clancy.”
I hadn’t said anything after that, but something felt wrong. About Darius’s magic.
That feeling only got worse when I realized Darius wasn’t disclosing that he was immortal from his healing magic from Lady Agatha.
I was in Elias’s, Lady Agatha’s head sorcerer, office. It had only been a few days since Darius and I had returned, and Elias had offered to show me some of the projects he was working on when he had seen me anxiously pacing in the halls, after Darius kicked me out of his room.
Elias had always been nice to me, but I wasn’t always certain if I was supposed to talk to him. He and Darius didn’t get along, but Darius never told me to not talk to him.
Elias had carefully put away his notes and covered some interesting contraptions when we entered his office, and I assumed those projects were ones I wasn’t supposed to see. “Come, look at this,” Elias said, beckoning me forward.
I lowered my hand from my mouth, I had been biting my nails again, and approached, looking at the papers Elias had in his hands. It had scratchy handwriting on it and various diagrams and drawings all around it.
“What’s it supposed to be?” I asked.
“If I could figure it out, an indestructible butterfly that could play music or sound,” Elias sighed. “But I would need to figure out material for it that I could infuse the magic with, and that’s not even considering the amount of magic this little device would need to work. I would have to figure out what to sacrifice for the magic, and that is always conundrum.”
“Oh.” I stared at a drawing of a butterfly. “I think it’s nice.”
Elias laughed. “I agree.”
I stepped back, looking at Elias. “So, since you’re a sorcerer, that means you infuse magic into other things?”
Elias nodded, putting the papers back on his desk as he looked at me. “Yes, sorcerers use the ritual that gives us magic, and rather than giving the magic to ourselves we put it in an object so it can be used in whatever way we want it to.”
I nodded, thinking about my conversation with Darius about his magic. About how much it took for him to become immortal. “What would it take to make...that butterfly device indestructible?”
Elias sighed, leaning back in his chair, stroking his facial hair as he thought. “It would have to be something of somewhat significance, I would say.”
I looked at him blankly.
Elias smiled. “You can get more powerful magic when something of significance is sacrificed.”
“Oh.” I hesitated. “Is that way witches tend to be really powerful then? Because sacrificing yourself tends to be a significant thing?”
Elias frowned. “Yes, and no.” He sighed. “I’d advise you don’t speak of witches too much in this court, Clancy.”
I frowned. “Why not?”
“Lady Agatha doesn’t enjoy that kind of topic.”
Elias sighed. “To more accurately answer your question though, to my understanding, what happens most of the time with witches is they’ll sacrifice so much of themself that there will be more magic than them. They aren’t fully a human by the time they become a witch. And the little that is left of them can’t handle the amount of magic that’s in their body.”
I nodded, and a part of me realized I knew that. I didn’t know where I had learned it, but when Elias told me that, I had a vague sense of someone with black hair and dark eyes saying something very similar. Eerily similar. “Could someone get as powerful as a witch without sacrificing anything of themself?”
Elias looked at me curiously. “I mean, in theory. Did Greenwoods have stories of warlocks, Clancy?”
“Um...I don’t remember.”
Elias nodded. “Right. Apologies. A lot of settlements have stories about warlocks. They’re a myth, but they are magic users that are perhaps the most powerful people in the world, as the story goes anyway. No one can rival their magic.”
“How did they get their magic?”
“Well, the stories say they sacrificed the world. Let it burn for their own power.”
“And they rose from the ashes,” I said, blinking as I realized I knew the story.
Elias smiled. “Oh, so you do know the story?”
I nodded. “I guess so.”
“Well, the stories always said they’d rule the world one day, but clearly they don’t. And I doubt they ever existed. Probably just something our ancestors came up with to explain the sudden surge in magic in the world.”
“Well, there was a society before this, right? One much more advanced than what we currently have,” I said.
Elias shrugged. “We don’t really know much about that time. A lot of history was lost with the surge of magic in our world.”
I nodded, remembering that Elias was right about that. Even though I had a feeling I was still right, and I couldn’t explain why. I looked around his desk and saw a small metal ball on Elias’s desk. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing at it cautiously, deciding to change the subject before I said something stupid. Or something Darius didn’t want me to say.
Elias looked where I was pointing. “Oh? You don’t remember. I believe you saw this the first time we properly met. I was presenting it to Lady Agatha.” He placed the ball in the middle of the desk and tapped the top of it.
The ball suddenly unfolded itself into a small figure that extended its arms and legs and began moving gracefully in a beautiful dance.
I stared at it in amazement. “It’s beautiful!” I breathed. “Did Lady Agatha give you permission to make more of them?”
“Oh, you really don’t remember our first meeting, do you?” Elias chuckled.
I gave him a confused look, and he frowned at me.
Elias reached for the metal dancer, tapping its head so it would fall back into a small ball. “Lady Agatha has told me you hit your head and lost your memory, back at Greenwoods, right?”
I looked at him. Darius kept saying that’s what happened in public, but telling me it’s because of my magic. I didn’t get why he was keeping the real reason secret from everyone else, but I only assumed he had his reasons. “Yes,” I answered slowly.
“If you keep forgetting things, it might be because something is wrong. We have magical means that can observe what’s wrong if you’d like, Clancy,” Elias offers, looking at me with concern on his face. “Just to make sure your brain did not suffer any severe damage.”
I frowned. “I’m fine, really. I…” I hesitated. “I’ll talk to you if I notice it gets worse.”
Elias sighed, but he nodded. “Here, take this,” he said, offering the metal ball. “So you won’t forget me.” He laughed, and I smiled awkwardly as I took the metal ball. Feeling the coolness of it in my hand.
Elias showed me more of his ideas he wanted to make, and I tried to listen to him as I held onto the gift he gave me. Feeling the heaviness of the metal ball in my hand.
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