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Across The Spiderverse + Trivia
The parallel of Hunter latching onto a piece of fiction, one from CAMILA that’s sci-fi, just as Luz latched onto one from MANNY that’s fantasy… And how they both coped and found themselves in it, found a better sense of who they were! Hunter learning to come to terms with himself in what is otherwise a purely hypothetical scenario of a clone???
Not only is this why REPRESENTATION MATTERS, but also the brief demonstration of how fiction can be restorative, be used to explore different feelings and ideas and wishes for oneself! This show is a LOVE letter to kids who were immersed in stories and how it teaches them to engage with them critically and healthily but still UNAPOLOGETICALLY AS GOOD THINGS!!!
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Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
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Human: Deal.
Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…
Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.
Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.
Human: So, when do we start?
Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?
Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.
Fey: Yes? And you agreed?
Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?
Fey:
Fey, blushing: Ah.
So good. It deserved a some art.
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Nightmares and How Deal With Them When They Effect Loved Ones: A Guide by Kravitz the Reaper
Kravitz has been slowly getting used to many things these last few years. Having a constant physical form had taken some time to adjust to, for one. Another thing was the Social interactions with other, Taako was one thing but other people, the people connected with Taako, that had been a trip.
All in all, the reaper thinks he’s been doing a fair job with these and many other things. He didn’t want to brag, but he was a quick learner and always up for a good challenge.
There was something that really did rattle his confidence on this mortal understanding. It was the nightmares.
Kravitz wasn’t the one experiencing them, though, it was Taako. Something he wasn’t aware of until they got a house together and spent every night tangled up in each other.
The first night it happened was naturally startling and when Kravitz woke Taako the elf fled the room and told him to mind his business. It was confusing to say the least, but by then Kravitz knew how hard it was for Taako to allow himself be vulnerable in any way.
Taako wouldn’t talk about it, not the next morning or for weeks until it happened again…and again.
Eventually, Taako spilled after one or five too many glasses of wine. That he had nightmares of some of the cycles of his century of running from the Hunger. Sometimes it was when Lup changed into a Lich but instead it didn’t work and the magic tore her apart leaving him alone.
There were many horrors bouncing around in Taako’s head but there were less solutions. Kravitz attempted many things.
Holding Taako was a terrible plan, it made the elf feel trapped during his terrors and earned the reaper elbows to the face more than once.
Waking him was better, but getting Taako to allow Kravitz to soothe him afterwards was a chore. Taako was difficult and stubborn in normal situations but times like this he only got worse. It took time, but time Kravitz gladly spent, to get Taako to allow him close and whisper comforting words and light kisses to his temples and forehead.
After some months, Taako wouldn’t make Kravitz work for it, he would bury himself in the reapers arm. Tuck his head under Kravitz’s chin and press as close as physics would allow until he calmed down and believed Kravitz when he said everything was alright now. They won.
Just as Kravitz thought he had this mortal thing down pat, a wonderful wrench got thrown into the works.
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You are born with the ability to see whether people listen more often to the angel or the devil on their shoulder, based on the opacity of each- if they listen more to the angel, it’s more solid and the demon is more transparent, and vice versa. You recently met a guy online and you’re finally going to meet. You go in for a handshake and glance at his shoulders, but you can’t see the angel. Only a solid demon.
Run. That’s my first thought and it keeps playing in my head over and over again. Run!
“You OK?” asks the man before me.
I realize I’ve been standing frozen, probably looking spooked. “Yes,” I fake what I hope is a convincing smile. I look back at his right shoulder, there’s nothing there, then to his left shoulder where a solid colored devil rests.
As he turns to our table I glance over the restaurant to make sure my powers are still working. There’s a woman one table away with a transparent devil and a translucent angel, she listens to the angel more. The woman across from her has a devil that’s translucent, she listens to it a little more than she should.
I’ve had this power my whole life, to see which side one listens to, but never before have I seen a completely solid devil, never before have I seen the angel completely gone…
Run!
Turning back to him I seen he’s pulled my chair out for me, watching me expectantly.
I could run now but what if he follows? Maybe it’s best I don’t tip him off, assuming I haven’t already, and sneak out while he’s not looking.
“Thank you,” I sit down.
He sits across from me and looks down, pulling on his long sleeves. “Order whatever you want,” he mumbles, “don’t pay attention to the price.”
“Oh, OK thank you.” I can barely pay attention to the menu. I glance over the restaurant, planning an escape route from the restroom.
“It was at 5:50,” he says, picking right up from where our last conversation online left off.
“I watched that video a dozen times and couldn’t see it.”
As we talk he seems just like the shy sweet boy I met online but then I glance at the devil on his shoulder and remember to be scared.
I’m looking at his shoulder so often that he glances back to see what I’m looking at. Worried about it I glance down and gape; on his arm a cut peeks out from under his sleeve.
He sees me seeing it and panics, pulling his sleeves down.
My gaze falls to the table and we sit there in silence.
This whole time I’ve been avoiding the people with the more solid devils because they listen to them more, I never questioned what the devils were saying. His devil isn’t telling him to hurt me, it’s telling him to hurt himself, that he’s worthless and doesn’t deserve me; and me acting scared of him isn’t helping.
“Don’t listen,” slips out before I’ve finished getting my thoughts together. I take in a long breath and speak slowly. “Don’t listen to the voice that tells you you’re useless, that you’ll never make a difference… You’ve made a huge difference to me.”
I risk looking up and see him teary eyed. “Thank you,” he whispers, and beside his head a barely visible angel fades back into existence.
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