Details, details, details… Book 6 Malleus and Vil
Please note that you're free to disagree or agree with any of my takes. Just be respectful!
I absolutely adore the way Yana Toboso writes her details. Everything matters, it may not matter at the moment, but it’s going to matter in the long run. In fact, I find it fun to see the details come back at us later on in the story.
Spoiler warning!
In book 6 when Vil turns into an old man due to being close to the underworld I was living in that moment. If you previously remember in book 6 Vil mentions his look on beauty and how he felt on aging. Basically, Vil remembers his overblot monster, the thing behind him during his overblot, he sees the Evil Queen when she’s old. When he learns the overblot monster is a deeper look on the user he’s not sure what to think. Perhaps he wasn’t as beautiful as he made himself out to be. Which made sense as Vil states that he associated beauty with youth, so to see the opposite shocked him.
Which essentially sets us up to almost expect that it’s going to be Vil who turns old. In the end Vil will have to come face to face with the looks of aging. That of course takes a big mental toll on Vil as he practically cries for the rest of the story. To be fair I think anyone would be shocked to go from young to old that fast. Not to mention that Vil would have been stuck in that position if it wasn’t for Malleus.
Of course, as strong as Vil is there was very little chance of him being able to go back to normal all on his own. So, to see Malleus change him up shows us a number of things. First, Malleus remembered his previous favor that Vil owed him, which he is now able to repay. This gift of beauty, which correlates to Sleepy Beauty who is granted the gift of beauty. Although it's given by Flora, it’s another fun detail that goes to show how strong Malleus is. Plus, I believe Malleus has mentioned something similar to this in his Valentine’s card.
In return this gets Malleus thinking about how truly alone he’ll become. Malleus visually sees that in a blink of an eye everyone around him will wither and die. Lilia in return compares human life to that of a thread on a spinning needle. While human lives are weak, when bounded together human lives create strong bonds. We see from Lilia’s words that he values humans greatly, but for Malleus he’s left wondering.
Once everything has returned to normal, Malleus is still left questioning the very things he’s learned. Which is when Lilia tells Malleus to remember to not be so down because it’s not a face the next head should have. This sets us up as a reminder that Malleus views Lilia as a parent figure but is blocked by his position. I think this small detail sets us up for the major plot points in book 7.
The scene right after this one is another small detail for book 7. Lilia, who is considering playing games late at night, causes Silver to worry. Here we’re shown that Silver is able to clearly state his feelings towards Lilia. There is no position he has to be wary of, to Silver, Lilia is his father whom he can treasure. With that Lilia continues on without a worry because he has his home right there. As long as those three are with him nothing could bother him. Lilia truly loves them.
Now how is Malleus in this situation? Well, he’s a hot mess and leads us to book 7.
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(Blitzwing stared after him before he looked at Husk. “I love you.” Husk sent him a flat stare. “I’m serious, I will kiss you if you want.” His head spun around and he blew kisses at him.) – chapter 28... is this real?
Blitzwing was joking but hah!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣
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wowowow i just read 'push and pull' and you ate with that, it's so sweet and the writing is pretty, also i was listening to one of my playlists while reading it and 'my love all mine' started playing at the last scene and it fit so perfectly 💅🏽👩🍳
sometimes the playlists really do tag-team you with the fic reading. it can be incredibly debilitating or an incredible experience—glad yours didn’t end terribly!
mitski canon band at the end?????
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UGHHH CHECK UNDER THE DOORMAT HURT SO GOOD!!!!!!! i adore this series and I ADORE YOU❤️🩹❤️🩹 thank you for writing this series & taking the time to write it☹️ it’s so amazing
AWW :’) thank you sm !!! I LOVE YOU ANON!!! i love y’all sm ofc <3 i love seeing all of your guys’ reactions to the fics it’s like my fav thing :’) always makes me happy without FAIL SO THANK YOU!!!!
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ZOMBIELAND: DOUBLE TAP (2019)
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its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%
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ATLA sketches because I'm deep into it atm 8)
★ patreon || website || twitter ★
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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I really love your Ad Astra story so far! Will you post it on AO3?
I will eventually, when I figure out how to use AO3 again. I have no idea what my password even is these days....
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from
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I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"
Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.
imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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not to be all “think of the children” but the fact that companies can openly admit to using methods to intentionally form addictions in children and we’re not killing their ceos in the streets yet is astounding
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a third old man yaoi has hit the lesbian
(acd canon dated, mostly based on granada series)
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