everyone is born with a little shimmer over their shoulder. it's their soul. the more in tune with yourself you are, the larger and more solid it becomes. people can spend years meditating and accepting ones self to have a little person sitting on their shoulder whispering in their ear over a shared joke.
a young man is our protagonist. he has short brown curls and bright blue eyes. his friends are all older and like to tease him for his baby face, but it's all in good fun. they are busy skipping school one day, running around and causing mischief to old abandoned farmhouses with twinkles on their shoulders. all farming is automated now and the abandoned and crumbling homes of families long gone are all that's left to mark the humans that once spent their life in service of the dirt. people are now expected to study higher calling since they are are capable of intergalactic travel. the closest one could come to farming now was managing the facilities that mine asteroids. large one-man ships that attach to the asteroids, with hundreds of drones scurrying about to hollow out the precious materials and filter the water.
our young man was a few years off from having to decide what to do with his life but understood that his friends did not have high prospects and felt the need to follow in their footsteps. his father had died in an accident when humanity tried to send a beacon into space. humans only got about 5 min worth of proof there was other life out there before it stopped sending info. the young man felt his father had died for nothing. his mother was the personal assistant to some big wig and made sure he was provided for but never had time to connect with her son. it hurt to spend too much time with her anyways as her soul had taken on more of his father's looks as time went on.
the gang of hulagins after getting bored of helping the houses fall apart hiked to the end of the farmland and caught a bus to the next city over. they met up with the girlfriend of one of the leaders of the pack. she had a tattoo of a rose over her right eye, a stick and poke that was already bleeding together. her soul was certainly person shaped but had yet to come into any defining features. they all wanted to go out and as our protagonist was 16, two years away from legal partying age, they told him he could wait for them at her home or head back to their city.
not wanting to take the trip alone he went back to the girlfriend's home and waited. at least that was the plan. there was a sharp sting on the left side of his neck (it is the highest taboo to touch another soul even as unformed and shimmery as his was) and he felt darkness come for him as someone grabbed him and drug him down an alleyway. he tried to struggle but it was no use.
he woke up in a stasis pod. he was on a ship that much was for sure. thoughts of slave traders entered his head. he thought they were stories of ages past, meant to scare children. he didn't know they were real. the klaxton alarm makes its way through his stasis brain and he realizes why he woke up. they were in danger and he was stuck in this pod. freaking out he tries desperately to find a way to open his pod, there is a lever by his foot he manages to kick and out he tumbles into 0 grav. others are sturing and attempting the same. there is a rush to the escape pods. our protagonist due to his small size (he was assured another growth spurt was on the way at his last physical) is able to get ahead of the crowd and grab one of the few pods remaining. just in time as while he looks into the window and sees himself leaving a freighter a missile from an out-of-sight ship explodes the freighter, and knocks out his propulsion systems.
as he tries to restart the systems he sees the ship move into place. a ship like nothing he's seen before, and it moves to take the few escape pods that we're far enough from the blast to still be able to navigate. our young man assumes this was the crew that kidnapped him. he is left floating and after the new ship leaves he is glad he was deemed as worthy as scrap.
this leaves our young man alone, drifting through space, with only his soul as company. he needn't worry about food or water yet. the escape pods recycled all water waste and sustenance pellets had fed greater a man for months at a time. after several days of tinkering and trying to remember half-taught lessons from his father and school lessons he didn't want to pay attention to, he was able to get the thrusters back online.
only once he was done did he notice his soul had become much more than a shimmer, it was forming into a human shape. you could only just see through it. for he had heard a little whisper in his ear. almost a congrats, I knew you could do it. he felt a warm pride and set coordinate to earth. the warm feeling plummeted as the time to destination appeared, 10 years and 72 days.
with nothing else to do, he sat and contemplated his life. and as he did so his soul grew. it grew when he realized his mother was dealing with her grief by overworking and came to accept she never meant to abandon him but it was an effect of a single parent trying to maintain a two-income household style of living. he would have rather she been around more but he understood her reasoning.
his soul grew when he realized his friends had accepted this little kid into their group and did their best to keep him out of their more questionable activities but still made him feel included.
his soul grew silently till it was a fully formed person. a girl with thick ginger waves, a strong hooked nose, and a laugh that sparkled in his ear.
they talk about memories past and she reminds him of details half-forgotten. this comes in handy when various repairs need happening and he curses himself for not being more interested in his studies. his soul comforts him and reminds him he avoided it because he was still processing his father's death and it was okay because she remembered parts of the lessons. they talk of what he had hoped his future would bring when he was on earth and they talked about what they hoped would await them when they got back. they would get back after all. they made up stories and songs together.
it was only once the pod was getting cramped did he note that she was bigger than the standard shoulder size. he did what he could to move the side consoles to the front of the pod so they could sit side by side. it had been close to a year with only the two of them and she was nearly as big and vibrant as a grown human.
close to 6 months later the coms static to life. he has been detected by a miner. they were going to be rescued! when the docking clamps attached he let out a sob he didn't know he was holding back and his soul patted his back reassuringly. "I knew we could do it. I never stopped believing in you."
wide eyes met his as the two stepped onto the airlock. he stumbled due to the cramped conditions not allowing full use of his legs and she caught him.
"I am so sorry, I didn't realize there were two people on board. our sensors only picked up one life sign. we can see what we can do to accommodate the two of you." says the miner. he is a strong, older man, whose eyes are kind, and his soul is a woman who looked to be taking a nap on his shoulder, using his shirt collar as a pillow. our two protagonists did not correct him.
they are taken to the medical chamber and our young man is treated for malnutrition and muscle atrophy. his soul didn't register on any of the scanners. as they were being treated by a medical bot it only made note of his condition, and kept the information to itself. patient Dr confidentiality of course.
when they are done they find their way to the control room. (it wasn't hard as the habitable part of the mining ship was nothing more than sleeping quarters, a kitchen, the medical bay, and the control room. the rest of the ship was dedicated to storing the drones and minerals.) the captain asks about their story and they tell him they were nabbed and woke up nearly outside the inner Jupiter system and their ship was attacked. they managed to escape just in time. the captain is not a slow man and notes that the young woman always stays to the right of the young man, and lets him take the lead on the story, only adding bits to the tail that were important. he doesn't mention that he's never seen a soul that large but figures it's not his place to mention it. it's impolite to interact with another's soul, but figures under the circumstance it might be better to treat it as a shy easily spooked girl. at least until he was informed otherwise by the unusual pair.
the captain let them know that based on the description of the ship it seemed like he had been the first to experience the alien race that had been the scourge of earth for the last year. it started with the mars colonies. by the time earth was able to send reinforcements the colony had been destroyed and many bodies were missing. the aliens had tried to attack earth but fortunately due to the forcefields meant to vaporize incoming asteroids and meatiors the race was held at bay. all ships were now equipped with the same tech. he apologizes about the hardship they have suffered and lets them know he has been sent out for a years rotation and he is 3 months into it. however, they are welcome to send a message to earth and let family know they are safe.
the captain makes sure to set up a message and locks out the mining controls and gives them privacy to make the message after showing them how to send it. he also lets them know it they are unlikely to get a response due to the war, but they should send the message anyways. they send a video to the young man's mother to let her know they are alright. it doesn't dawn on them till later that their mother won't know who his soul is, but hopes she will understand. upon completion, they leave the command room and find the captain doing his best to make a second bed in the medical room out of storage crates and extra sheets.
the next few days are uneventful. they often their assistance to the captain, but he assures them it's a one-man job, but if they want to be useful they can clean up around the place. The captain has enough on his plate that while the habitation deck isn't dirty, there is a layer of dust and grime in the corners.
a routine is set in place. the protagonists clean and prepare the ready meals. the first night the young man nearly cried at the rehydrated mashed potatoes and meatloaf. the captain who was a man not adept at dealing with others' discomfort had made a joke that sustenance pills will do that to you. it was met with two laughs. one wet and the other like a tinkling of wind chimes. they would clean, and when the habitation deck was close to spotless they spent their days learning about the ship and its mechanics. The young man vowed to never let himself miss out on vital information again.
the first night the two tried to sleep in separate beds. the young man in the med bed and his soul to the right on the makeshift crates. it felt wrong, being apart at his most vulnerable, especially after spending a year and a half nearly in each other's lap. they pushed the beds together and spent each night wrapped in each other's embrace.
nearly 6 months into their journey a ship like the one that started this mess tried to attack the mining vessel. true to the captains word the forcefield stopped the ship from boarding, but not from causing harm to the drones on the surface of the asteroid. the captain was able to modify the drilling torpedoes to hit the enemy's ship, they were successful in destroying their target.
The group donned suits and started on repairs, the captain impressed by the duos' knowledge of the drones and ingenuity at using scrap from the alien ship to finish repairs. the rest of the trip was more or less the same. the captain navigating the last of his assigned asteroids, our protagonist duo repairing and then continuing to modify the drones for higher yields to make up for their lost brethren.
at 9 months since getting picked up, the captain lets them know the last job has been completed and it's time to return home. there are several more scuffles with enemy ships on the return trip, but fortunately, due to the modifications minimal cargo is lost. once landed the captain lets them know this will probably be the last time they see each other as his family is on the other side of the planet and this year rotation has earned him two years off. our protagonists give him a long hug. one side is wet with tears and thankful murmurs, and the other feels as though a summer breeze has wrapped around his side. enough of that the captain chides. you'll be okay from here on out. I have full faith in the both of you.
when the airlock opens there is a figure of a woman on the other side. it's the protagonist's mother. she rushes toward the group and swoops her babies in her arms. petting both their hair, happy they are alive. the soul manages to get a small how do you know out before the mother kindly shushes her. I would know my baby and his bright soul anywhere.
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He found himself thinking about Sam and Maester Aemon, about Gilly and the babe. She will curse me with her dying breath, but I saw no other way. Eastwatch reported savage storms upon the narrow sea. I meant to keep them safe. Did I feed them to the crabs instead? Last night he had dreamed of Sam drowning, of Ygritte dying with his arrow in her (it had not been his arrow, but in his dreams it always was), of Gilly weeping tears of blood.
- Jon III, ADWD
Something I’ve noticed about Jon’s (possibly prophetic) dreams is that they involve death in some way. There are feasts of the dead (in his Winterfell dreams), hordes of undead (in his ADWD dream), dead direwolves (in his wolf dreams), and sometimes he even seems to dream of his own death (both Winterfell and ADWD dreams). It seems that in his dreams, Jon turns into a prophet who can see life and death play out all over Westeros; he has one in ASOS that seems to connect to Jaime journeying into the land of the dead.
So this short passage stood out to me because it’s yet another instance of him dreaming of death (though we don’t actually see the dream on page, he’s just remembering it). It seems like nothing but given the prophetic nature of Jon’s other dreams, I wonder if there’s something to this one as well. Because we know that Sam is in Oldtwon training to be a maester and we know that Euron is on his way there (possibly to launch an attack). So I wonder if Jon may have dreamt of Sam getting caught up in Euron’s attack, though he doesn’t actually know what it means. And this may not be too far fetched because when Jojen dreamt of Theon’s attack on Winterfell, drowning men came up as a motif.
“I dreamed that the sea was lapping all around Winterfell. I saw black waves crashing against the gates and towers, and then the salt water came flowing over the walls and filled the castle. Drowned men were floating in the yard. When I first dreamed the dream, back at Greywater, I didn’t know their faces, but now I do. That Alebelly is one, the guard who called our names at the feast. Your septon’s another. Your smith as well.” “Mikken?” Bran was as confused as he was dismayed. “But the sea is hundreds and hundreds of leagues away, and Winterfell’s walls are so high the water couldn’t get in even if it did come.” “In the dark of night the salt sea will flow over these walls,” said jojen. “I saw the dead, bloated and drowned.”
Now I’m not saying that Sam will die from Euron’s attack (it’s not out of the question but I think he still had some story left), but he might be on the throes of death when it happens. So once again, we might have evidence of Jon being a little prophet without actually meaning to. Honestly, Jon’s prophetic ability is something that I’d like to see explored a bit more in Winds and Dream. Especially now that winter is here, and winter means death…
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Saoirse, Champion of Soul
Regrowth AU vs Flourish AU
Revenant (Vindicator) -> Guardian (Firebrand)
What if one choice could change the world? What if when you looked into the mirror of time, you could not recognize the face on the other side? She could have been the hero. She could have saved the world.
She could have been one of a set of three. But this is not that world.
In one reflection, she would burn as brightly as the flames she wielded, a Guardian, a protector of any who needed her shield and blazing, furious power. Where darkness stirred, she would bring the light. And so she would be chosen by the winding paths of fate, and become so much more than a Champion of the Pale Tree; one day, she would fight alongside Aurene. The light they shared would bring hope to Tyria when all seemed lost. Not even the deepest, darkest nightmare could stand before the shine that comes from within.
Yet, in the other, pain and loss would turn her flames caustic and sharp, fueled by a raw power that not even the finest technology could contain. This would be the Saoirse who knows only how to run-- to charge forward into calamity, and leap from the ashes her choices leave behind. The blades that should bring hope would instead herald a darkness so much greater and more terrible than her. She, too, would be chosen by an Elder Dragon-- for better and for worse. A shining beacon, stifled into the deepest shadow.
Yet no matter her history, one constant remains.
The three will meet again... And they will change the world.
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I see that youve been a fan of magi for a long time, how do you cope with the lack of content and pretty much dead fandom? Ive been a long time fan or magi too and ive been trying to get my friends into magi.
Hi, Anon! I guess I have. It doesn't really feel like it though? I got into Magi early 2017 sometime and ran this blog for about 6 months or something until I vanished. This was meant to be my hyperfixation dump blog. The first one was Magi, and it... stayed Magi, lol.
This becomes very long but the tl;dr is Magi was more popular once upon a time and you can track down and return to older stuff with the lack of new content. And be honest to your friends about the ups and downs of what you like or what they could like about the series and keep conversations going with them.
At the time, I'll say Magi content was fairly active. The manga was ongoing but wrapping up, the main anime had ended but Adventures of Sinbad was only a year out or so. It wasn't anything to do with the series of why I left. More so I found new shiny things to focus on -- I had recently graduated college, yes, I'm old -- and fell out of love with tumblr more so than Magi and soon was not producing the content or consuming enough to stay interested in the series after it wrapped.
I'd love to give some great advice to stay interested in less popular series because I feel honored you asked. I can't claim to be good at it myself though. I got back into the series when I was sick late 2021 and binged everything. I re-watched the anime and then reread the manga when I got better.
You can try promoting it to your friends as good binge material. Magi does deal with themes you can sink your teeth into but it isn't super heavy. You don't realize how much you've gone through until you have.
I apologize for such a long answer. Let me try to get to your main point. I don't really think of it as something that's inactive or dead. The anime may be incomplete but the manga is done with. I don't think Ohtaka has much more to say on it, and that's why she has moved on to Orient. The series is wrapped- for better or worse. I'm not here to dissect how good or not the final arcs are. This is long enough and getting off topic XD. If you only have/can watch the anime then that's understandable. Accessibility and availability options are different for manga. For me, knowing the author has a complete version out there in some form and having access to it makes it easier. Content will come and go. Yes, I want more. I at least have a full course meal even if part of the dessert has disappeared into the ether.
Another thing that helps is that Magi is a young series. Not in the age range it appeals to but in how long it has been around. 14-15 years? Baby isn't old enough to drive in most places, lmao. The majority of fandoms I've been in are older or about as old as I am (30s). I am used to droughts in content and things coming in and out of popularity. Both in my ADHD-wired brain and by the fandom at large. I don't mean to say that younger fans are too fickle. As I said, I'm awful at it myself. There's a large gap of time (late 2017-2021) where my interests and priorities were elsewhere. I've only been active in the fandom for a few years at most.
I will say to help out try to explore the backlog of content if you have the chance and haven't already. New fan content may not be the most plentiful. Out of all the fandoms I follow the most relate to Magi and all of the tags are the quickest to breeze through what's new. It's sad. I haven't been active in this fandom for years, and there's stuff in its peak that I haven't gotten around to seeing that is still there for me to find. 14 years may not be that old in the grand scheme of things but that is still a long time for various fan art, fic, and other content to have been put up. If there's not enough new stuff to interest your friends, recommend older stuff you are aware of. Tumblr does not have the best search option and in my experience tags dry up after going back far enough even though I know older stuff exists. That is annoying and don't have a good counter on how to combat it.
Remember the old when you don't have enough new. Cycle through your favorite things at different intervals. Not for Magi specifically, but I reread some of my favorite fic that were over a decade old at the point of me discovering them. Now they're almost twice that age. One day go through one artist's backlog, then the next do someone else's, or read the fic that got you to love the fandom in the first place. If you get tired of older things or seen the same old too often- no worries! You can take a break or watch/read the series again (accessibility or availability again to be determined and yeah that majorly sucks). Scribble your own ideas down, regardless if you want to post them. Scratch that itch for you and no one else.
That is the best advice I can give. Try finding something else you haven't seen before or let yourself enjoy stuff you have. For your friends, this may sound counterintuitive but one thing I do when recommending stuff is give them a heads up as well on stuff they may not like. Like, mine is that I despise Aladdin being a little pervert. I've mentioned before how it turned me off the manga when I first picked it up at random. Don't try to catch them off guard by saying how wonderful something is and leaving out something that may turn them off. In my experience, that leads to annoyed friends. Give them the full picture, with spoilers being whatever you guys agree to, and let the strength of what you enjoy outweigh the caveats they have. Sometimes something is just not for them, and that is okay too. If they do start getting into Magi, keep the conversation up, ask them their favorite or least favorite thing, ship, how annoying and annoyingly charming Sinbad (or anyone) is, etc. Be someone to talk to about it even if they can't find new good shit to enjoy. Be that for each other. I dunno. I don't have friends irl who like Magi. If I did that's what'll I do. *shrug*
I am so sorry for the length and I don't feel as if I have been very helpful. I tried to edit it down and be as concise as I could. I can't do that on short notice or not being able to save drafts on asks. I hope this was a fun anecdotal read at least.
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