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A SERIOUSLY UNSERIOUS, MIXED CANON INTERPRETATION OF ADAM GLENN-GRAYSKULL, AKA HE-MAN. written by makwa ... 2spirit, they / them, 27. originally est. 2021. **not spoiler free for motu 2026. also @graveflwers. affiliated with @eterguards.
RULES [ BELOW ]. DOSSIER. DEVELOPMENT. MEMES.
#ETERKNOWS: MAKWA'S MIXED CANON INTERPRETATION OF PRINCE ADAM [ AKA HE-MAN ] FROM MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE. " look, lad. you were given the power of grayskull for a reason: to help others. no one ever said you could use that power to make yourself happy. "
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you have a deceptively innocent face.
' i promise you, shadowheart. it’s no deception; this really is my face! ' he knew, of course, what @nightorne meant—and danced around it anyway.
thorny, this one! but there was no point in resenting a plant its nature. when it came to gardening—that is, to cultivating flowers and friendships—it was really best to wear gloves or armour of some sort: an infuriatingly magnanimous smile, for example.
' —you, ' he countered, ' have a deceptively grouchy disposition. '
perhaps neither of them were quite what they seemed, or perhaps both of them were simply seeing whatsoever they wished to see: adam, in his light, saw the moon in shadowheart's darkness; shadowheart, in her darkness, saw the void in adam's light.
in either case, the polite thing would be to look away.
of course it would be easier to look away if their tents weren't staked side by side. also if adam could stop casting sidelong, doe-eyed glances at shadowheart whenever she did something even remotely interesting—which he considered to be often. he'd never met a sharran before; he didn't understand what it meant to worship a deity, to find divinity in anything other than oneself.
' will your lady of loss allow you to have a companion for the night? uh— ' nope. that wasn't how he meant that. she knew that, right? he grimaced. ' meaning—i mean—it's good to have friends. so—and—you have first watch. i could join you. and you could see ... how ... innocent i really am. ' great work, your highness.
ADAM DOESN'T BELONG HERE.
This is coming from the teenage boy who's been designated as the camp counselor overseeing all of the rejects. Not only the rejects—but the rejects of the rejects: Hermes' wayward thieves and travelers, of course—and the unclaimed demigods.
Luke possesses the deeply profound conviction that Adam is never going to be claimed. He is a divine mistake unaffiliated with the gods of Olympus or anywhere else. One day soon, life is going to chew him up and spit him out. Luke's doing him a favor he hasn't earned by preparing him for this harsh reality.
Luke stumbles forward, over-carried by his own excessive force. He's parallel to Adam again; they're moving like chess pieces with attention deficit disorder.
"Of course I care," Luke insists loudly. If they have any spectators, he's got a reputation to uphold. He's the best big brother any of them will ever have.
He lowers his sword.
Almost taunting: "I mean, this is one of the last chances you'll have."
DESPITE, WELL, EVERYTHING: he respected luke for stepping over himself in order to step up for others; for becoming the big brother in a cabin that was full of half-siblings and strangers—was therefore full of misery and madness and even, at times, gladness.
he also thought he wasn’t cut out for it at all.
he didn’t know whether to commend luke for doing the difficult thing or beg him to step aside because of how difficult he made things—mostly for him, adam.
' uh-hmm, ' he said just as loudly. his voice cracked from the sudden pitch. ' i—nope—i don’t think you do. '
then quietly again: ' i told you. ' he was frowning, but only barely. his expression hardened and softened in sequence, as if it couldn’t decide between which feeling was proper and which one was real. he ended up looking confused. ' i know who my parents are, okay? i know what i need to do. i’m not … like you. i’m not waiting around for— '
this sounded unnecessarily cruel. he shook his head, lowered the sword, and started over. ' we make our own chances. okay? i mean—right? it’s not over for us once we leave this place. '
not for either one of them. not for any of them.
"You're not alright. You have a tell."
he'd gone off and found a gnarled tree to sit behind, as lame animals did when they wished to die or brood in peace, to spare their kindreds their grief. and @ineder, in turn, had found him—or else he too was a lame animal, and what they shared was not merely a journey but also an affinity for ugly stumps.
' a tell? ' he wondered out loud. his voice sounded impossibly far away, as though it had wandered out among the woods and could no longer find its way back. then he smiled, and it seemed to return to him forthwith. it was so clear now; it was almost as if it had never been lost at all. and that, perhaps, was the tell. ' why—who told you that? '
humour was an easy solution to many a difficult problem. it was pulp in the wound: a dressing that could staunch even what it could not heal.
it was also, as a rule, an effective deviator.
' you needn’t worry yourself, mr. baggins. ' adam was doing enough of that on his own, really. which was the trouble: it seemed terribly unfair to balk under the trappings of his mind when what frodo bore was the weight of their world. ' you’ve enough of a burden on your shoulders ' around his neck ' without carrying mine along with it. '
he patted the ground beside him. shadowed by the moon and shrouded by his cloak, frodo looked every bit a wraith.
' fine spot to sit. the leaves here have only just begun to mould. '
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motu 2026 when skeletor said "you have the power of a god, but you're too afraid to use it" that actually went so hard. right! exactly! that's the character. guy who is stupid OP but consistently and consciously refuses to reach his full potential bc doing so would require him to embrace a level of violence that he is fundamentally and morally against. a level of violence that he is scareddddd of
i know when you're lying.
' me? oh, uh, well—i’m not lying. i really did go for a walk through the garden. ' amongst other things.
andromeda saw much and more. she was as peculiar in her keen perception as she was in her enduring kindness.
' i brought you something. ' he pulled out a handful of flowers. it was no use wondering where he’d been keeping them; it was another such secret that princes knew how to deal in.
he held them out to her with an ingratiating smile.
' they match your eyes, i think. ' the insides of the petals were dark and blue, the outsides pale and purpling. each one resembled a different, fading bruise.
you didn't try to find me.
' i didn’t realize you wanted to be found. ' he was smiling, but it was a sad thing, apologetic, and practically a grimace. ' you forgot to leave a note. '
sometimes when people went missing it was because of really terrible things, such as shadow beasts or flesh-eating plants or bouts of particularly inclement weather: gusts of wind that looked like old men and blew children over cliffs with a single breath. other times, people just wanted to be alone.
individual motivations were always a gamble.
it was better to check on a friend than let them wander off on their own, in any case. it was better to be annoying than an abandoner.
' i’m sorry, ' said adam. he regretted not coming to see leera sooner. ' really—i am. '
sneaking off was an occasionally troublesome endeavour. it required telling the royal guard that he simply had to go fishing. alone. and usually during times of political turmoil.
no, you can’t come, he’d say to them. you’ll scare away the fish. and then there’d be no point in me going at all.
he dipped his fingers into the lake. they seemed to disappear beneath the surface, as if they’d simply ceased to exist. in his peripheral, leera shifted with her shadow; it was as though she herself were part of the lake, or else the billowing reeds that grew around it. ' what’s the water like? '
it was his way of asking how she was, of inquiring about her lands beyond the shallows.
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you could almost pass as human.
' oh—is it—is this because i said ‘alien planet’? ' totally his bad. to avoid confusion, he should have used the proper term: exoplanet. ' eternia exists outside of your solar system. that’s what makes it alien, not the people who live there. quite a few of us are human, actually. my parents, for example: both of them. and me. human. '
he took a long, long sip of his drink. the straw was clear, which adam considered an unnecessary invasion of privacy. because of its transparency, mari could see when he stopped sipping but continued to sit there, straw in mouth, saying and drinking nothing.
around them, glasses thumped on tables, silverware scraped against plates. it was the same sound fairies made whenever they rearranged their furniture.
adam smiled, the straw still pinned between his lips. the lighting was bad in here. whenever he wanted to get a good look at her, he had to squint. he thought she had the prettiest eyes on earth—literally—but it was sort of hard to tell.
' you pass for human, too. ' he said finally, pushing his drink—and the straw—away. ' you look nice. '
he took his hands off the table and folded them politely in his lap. ' what about you? are you from around here? '
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LUKE'S EYES NARROW. He isn't smiling—this is cold calculation. Nothing more.
The thing is—he is exhausted. Kronos plagues him with night terrors. During meals in the Dining Pavilion, Luke offers portions of his meal to the gods; he wonders if the gods smell the spite inherent to him and his obligatory sacrifice. He picks at his food and he laughs half-heartedly when younger campers say something that's supposed to be funny.
So he hasn't slept, and he hasn't eaten much. Also, Adam is, unlike the majority of campers, Luke's size. Luke shouldn't always win, but he needs to. Taking this so much more seriously than anyone else—than Adam—is an advantage (for now) because it has to be.
"What are you talking about?" They call it what?
The training swords lack the reassuring weight of celestial bronze—or even Annabeth's dagger. Without warning, Luke propels himself forward, sword raised.
Watch out, Adam!
' i’m just saying—woah! '
this was silly; it was a waste of his time. which meant not that it wasn’t worth doing, but that he greatly felt that he’d rather be doing something else. all this—this training, this life—was an elaborate game of pretend.
he had wandered into another child’s fantasy, and what he really needed to do was find his way back into the pages of his own.
' i’m starting to think— ' rather than parrying, he ducked out of the way. ' —you actually don’t care about whether i’m tired or not. ' luke was naturally faster than him. he was driven forward by something, whereas adam was always being driven away. he had to scramble to the side to avoid getting smacked in the arm.
' if we stop now, we can still do arts and crafts before dinner. ' talk about a waste of time.
you look tired. are you in pain? - luke castellan asked maliciously
adam inspected his training sword. there was a notch in the wood from where luke's last blow had landed. it wasn't the only one on there.
he exhaled, exhausted, in a way that could pass for a laugh.
' well, i mean—maybe a little. ' that was wrong. he had known as soon as he'd said it. possibly even before.
don't show weakness. it was the first rule of predator-prey relations. don't show fear. don't act sick. make yourself look as big as possible. that will deter the larger hunting animals.
and how do we avoid being prey? by not looking like prey. by not sounding like it, either.
' are you? ' in pain? tired? he sure looked tired. whatever war luke was trying to prepare for with all this sparring, it seemed to keep him up at night. ' we've been doing this forever—and you started before me. did you even eat lunch today? they call it "the refueler" for a reason, you know. '
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oh my god. oh my god. please don't fucking die. you just came back
