Mr Bingle
The thing that struck me in my cursory research into this snowman of New Orleans, to prepare myself as to what could possibly be the content this 3rd day of Advent, is that Mister Bingle was created in 1948 -- the year after Anthony died. The poignancy of a window just missed. For our two star-crossed lovers of the first half of the 20th century. So instead of a reminiscence for Alastor, or even the era of Angel Dust, a nostalgia for a life that never was. A time cut short. And lived on in their children as their true hope in hell. (Damn the rules of hell into damnation -- those two are reproducing.) Recreated for a new generation when it was never a creation for the two of them in the first place. All the more if there never is such a thing as a Snow Day in Hell. (Though A&A could always have the Snow Day recently implied -- sniffed -- by Amir Talai🌬️🌬️🌬️🌬️.) And I wish I could further articulate, but there is something for me both sad and beautiful in that. As is often interwoven whenever I think of all the ways they could have met in life, but at least are inevitably together in death. I can neither draw nor write (well, I definitely cannot draw), but that was the reflection that immediately ran away with my mind. So I guess that is my contribution to the tag. As somebody with a growing nostalgia for my own life-I-never-had in New Orleans, falling in love with the hometown of the Radio Demon over fic and distance, I appreciate this one more inroad into the culture thanks to this shipping advent. So thank you for the Christmas gift in that☃️⛄.
Also till we get a surname for Alastor in I would think Season 3, snatching up "Alline" from the creator of Mr Bingle as I do love alliteration and a good placeholder. His son Fat Nuggets needs a name, what with him now being officially a deer.
