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don’t let your halloweens be memes

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Old wounds are best healed by young idiots.

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Gather round, folks. It’s headcanon time.

Well, it was headcanon time two or so weeks ago. Sorry, I got sidetracked.

RP shenanigans on Discord got my sleep-deprived brain to produce this statement a while back.

Had it been lying dormant for a while, waiting for the right time to emerge? Your guess is as good as mine, but it sure was living rent-free in my mind nearly twelve hours later when I originally wrote this manifesto elsewhere.

Anyone who’s done RPs with @hxuse-of-muses’ Cosmos may have noticed how he is not above the occasional gag despite his regal visage and the formal disposition most Magic Crafters bear compared to the other four clans. He’s prim and proper, but he still knows how to take the piss or put on a hell of a show.

Even in Reignited, his gestures are far from nuanced - hands in near constant motion, trilling his Rs and making his exit with a twirl of his staff. He might not have had a chance to showcase it in canon, as with most dragons in the game, but there’s clearly a reason why Cosmos leads the Magic Crafters.

Being a good magician means being a good magician.

You could have all the experience in politics expected from a head of state, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before they even humour the thought of electing you into office if you’re nothing but a stick in the mud. If you can’t understand the importance of theatrics and showmanship, you can’t truly understand the foundations of magic.

It’s alluring because it’s abnormal; you need to embrace the wonder and joy it has to offer and provide people with a fun experience in order to make the most out of it.

All three of the main villains in the original trilogy wield magic in some capacity and prefer to simply blast energy at their adversaries, were aspiring or actual figures of authority - and last but not least, are thin-skinned assholes that got wrecked (or slain) by a snarky, adventurous preteen who loves to help people and has a myriad of fucking awesome powers up his sleeve.

Gnasty doesn't (or can’t) freeze Spyro in crystal, and the Sorceress won't banish him halfway around the world unless your copy of the original YOTD had its piracy flags set off, nor will she attempt to transmogrify him into her newest attack dog...

...and I guess Ripto showcases more of an actual repetoire in his battle than he does during RR’s cutscenes.

Pastel colours and skyboxes made from colouring vertices give the Spyro series (or at least the PS1 trilogy) its trademark visual charm and Stewart Copeland’s synths are the cherry on top; but if I want to grasp at straws, there’s a couple of places that might be worth bringing up during this spiel.

Crystal Islands, the most surreal environment Midnight Mountain has to offer, is populated by stage magicians who transformed it into the titular realm of crystalline fauna and flora by fooling around with stolen magic.

Attack of the Rhynocs, while its wildly out-of-character rendition of Bianca has yet to be reused to this day, also gave us Rabbit Habitat - a realm that demonstrates what it might be like if a birthday party could be a biome. Crystal Islands’ gnome wizards would be right at home here with all the decorations and props about.

Hopefully I wouldn’t be too outlandish if I were to suggest that many kids were introduced to the concept of all things arcane through stage magic. In a world where magic actually exists, maybe you could consider it sorcery as an artform.

Point is, the best magic users always keep their grasp on the childhood mirth that lead them to where they are now.