In Stars and Time fandom I have a song for you
Because having made the connection and relistened to it with these characters in mind I might cry and/or throw up
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In Stars and Time fandom I have a song for you
Because having made the connection and relistened to it with these characters in mind I might cry and/or throw up
Two Hats spoiler:
Tomorrow, a young man will tear the shroud aside and stand before me. With ragged breath he’ll finally bring the blade I’ve kept all these years in frame between us to my chest, and all the glory he has stolen to run amok and mock me in will bleed back through every fibre, in an instant. I will be restored resplendent, as I was always owed, intended, created to be, and of which by merely a sick twist of fate I was revoked, reviled.
It will take me a long time to explore the world beyond the attic, and longer still to step into the light. I’ve gathered dust in columns where I’ve spent more than half my life now frozen and hidden in darkness, with only his occasional company, come to taunt and sicken me with the reputation he builds for my face. I have grown sick of shadows. Tomorrow I will cast my own.
Imagine in a more overtly gay adaptation of TPoDG (not that it isn’t already incredibly overt but hear me out) getting an arc where Dorian intercepts James before he’s figured out the identity of the man who drove his sister to her fate and does what he does best: slowly seduces and drags him under, what he does to every moment’s favourite young man of his, specifically to keep him from enacting his revenge, and it works. By the time James realises just who he’s been dealing with this entire venture, this man who looks too young to possibly be responsible in the first place, whom he trusted and whose company he enjoyed and whom he loved, goddammit, whose youth and charm and glittering potential even reminded him of Sibyl, Dorian has once again walked away scot-free from consequence and left him in a hole he can’t climb back out of, drugs or blackmail or debt or coercing him into a cooperative crime that only one of them is getting punished for - after all, who’d believe the word of a middle-aged, blue-collar sailor over a barely-legal gentleman, especially one with a face like that? - and it’s as James is being cuffed and marched away that the pieces fall into place, the betrayal hits. Dorian has ruined his first Vane in a moment of spontaneous rage with unintentional consequences and crushing guilt, left with a hole in his soul he’s been trying desperately to fill and bury with whatever sensuous distraction life has to offer ever since, and now his second, years later, with a cold conspiracy and calculation he could never back then have imagined, and no remorse at all, only relief, even satisfaction. He walks away from Sibyl frigidly as she sobs and reaches for his affections, and he stands unmoved as James is dragged away, cursing and screaming and reaching to tear him limb from limb.
I hate when people ask what I was doing five years ago. I don’t have 2020 vision
Voicing my unpopular opinions online but if I don’t do it then no one will
Hmm. I think it is no longer enough to construct things and also make weird noises. I must construct things that make the weird noises themselves. I must take a monastic sabbatical to California and learn how to make guitars from my own blood. I will learn how to make acceptable, civilised guitars, and when I have learnt well I will come home and betray the teachings to make the most fucked up evil guitars imaginable. Contraptions beyond recognition as the instrument you know so well. You will not trust these so called guitars. And they will make Noises
3am Literature Thoughts from a guy who Cannot Analyse for Shit, but
I’m like. In my soup brain
Dorian Gray / Little Mermaid moment I’m seeing it I’m visualising
Both begin with an encounter that changes the person they want to become and the life they want to live - and I would argue that both were because they fell in love and wanted to be more appealing/in closer proximity to the object of their affections.
Both then make a Faustian bargain to change themselves for that purpose, one way or another - and Dorian’s mortality is unclear but it could plausibly be that he gains by this a lot more potential time, while she agrees to give up her 300 years to spend a human lifetime with her prince
Both are rejected by their other, who is in love with someone he wrongly thinks is the real them - be that another person entirely or their own character misjudged and reimagined in another mind
Both are then offered choice in the form of a knife, and make opposite choices but both cement their fates by doing so. One damns his soul with his own cruelty, effectively dying in this moment as a person but continuing to live and spiral until his own eventual destruction by the same ironic hand, and the other dies by her inaction but her soul is then offered salvation that she earned from her kindness by choosing not to draw anyone’s blood. I’m right
More Spooky noises for you all