(short about the aftermath of the star iron retrieval between Legs and Zam)
Things had gone horribly sideways in those mines. Legs was still terribly exhausted when he woke up in that bed haphazardly pushed besides Zam's. He looked at the Stellar in the next bed over, noting just how pale and small their usually bright and strong extraterrestrial friend looked.
Zam had said the crystal in their spacesuit had broken, that it was the power source that allowed her to be here with them. Legundo was a tinkerer maybe he could figure out how it worked, figure out a replacement. He tried to sit up only for a dizzy spell to force him back down. He let out a frustrated grunt, tears springing to his eyes. The Professor had somehow managed to bind Zam's life to the life-force of those that had been present in the infirmary, but that was only stabilising Zam enough to keep them alive in a coma of undefined length.
He wanted to force himself up to help, to do something. Then he remembers Ros and Gracie who worked themself half to dead trying to help everyone else. He made them promise to take better care of themselves while promising them he wouldn't ad to their work load. So grudgingly he settle back down but rolled on his side to face his friend.
Twilight Sparkle was curled up on Zam's stomach, giving of worried little trills.
On the way out of the Academy Legundo had promised Zam he would tell her about his home village. And while Zam probably couldn't hear him, he still started talking. About the sprawling fields surrounding his hometown, the forests nearby and the mountains in the distance. He spoke of the workshop he spent so much time in and the experiments he conducted. But soon before long he ran out of stories to tell and so despite now knowing where the song came from he starts to sing.
The song about resting dragons, times long past, about the sinking sun and approaching dusk, just like he had for Gracie a few days ago.
But now he knew where the melody had come from, it was the same melody he heard in the dragon crypt, the melody he heard under the irons hum. And not for the first time Legundo wondered if the song was part of the iron soul. Or if the parents he did not remember sang it to him, if they were somehow connected to the last keeper.
okay so what I've gathered is this. Zam is kind of in love with Graecie and Legs is definitely in love with Graecie and also is maybe a little bit in love with Zam. and Graecie absolutely loves them both but she also grew up in a cult so it's hard to tell if she even knows how to put words to her feelings about the two of them. meanwhile Sausage loves his friends dearly and just wants to protect them but they're all constantly going through the horrors in that cursed academy. but hey at least they have each other... oh... oh dear...
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!
the flight fan discord was joking about if the Academy had a GSA club and it spiraled into a bunch of silly hcs.
we decided Cam would found it cause he's just that much of an #ally but then would insist he couldn't possibly be in charge of it, so Water immediately steps up to be club president. Graecie is treasurer cause I think it's amusing if a.) she has prior experience from the Flock and b.) also because she grew up in the Flock she has no idea what any of the flags mean, she's just happy to be here.
So that IronStar moment where Legs overexerts himself to preserve Zam's life when her spacesuit's crystal got shattered, and ended up passing out right next to her, huh?
Yeah, I headcannon he was holding her hand the ENTIRE time he was casting Iron Wheel nonstop, so when he passed out he did so holding her hand.
Shout-out to aromantic people whose lives are so fucking busy that they periodically forget what day of the week it is. today is Wednesday, June 5th. Happy Aromantic Visibility Day.
almost every The Flight stream starts with the characters saying "okay we're gonna have a normal day" and then something Goes Horribly Wrong. especially these guys.
okay before I make any more analytical posts I just have to say. The shenanigans today were a perfect palette cleanser and I hate these losers so much they're so stupid there's nothing between their ears except chaos and the bit. What do you mean they were doing semi-lore and Michela started talking about dreaming about a plane and they gave her an in-character out of 'oh, like another plane of existence?' and she just went No. A plane. Also my family ritualistically sacrifices human beings but it's not that deep. And she mistook Jibble for he/him Princess and managed to tame them and then kill????? Jibble by getting eaten by the chair of doom and falling out of the world.
Why is there a chair that eats people? Legs survived the fall on half a heart. Why did Zam know about the chair to hell? Who made the chair to hell? I laughed so hard I tweaked my hip. These fools are literally ageing me.
A little pseudo-fic, based on the stream on 2nd June where something in the Dragon Crypt asked Legundo to stay, styled as an unspoken monologue from the voice (here as the previous iron dragons, as opposed to the Iron Wheel itself). References to horrible things done to and by previous incarnations of the Iron Soul, but nothing worse than the books of canon.
Below a cut to make browsing kinder. When I ramble, oh boy do I ramble.
An unspoken plea, from the Dragon Of Iron to the Youngest Mage With An Iron Soul.
Come back.
I demand that you come back.
They are hurting you. They are killing you. They do not care for you, not like you care for them.
It is cruel out there.
Cold.
There is no mercy, no kindness, no hope.
Time and again they use you. Time and again they cut you down. Your flesh has been torn open as our entwined souls continue to scream.
Betrayal.
Agony.
Bloodshed.
That is all the world above gives us, all it has for we of Iron.
There is no escaping it.
There is no other end.
Time and again, for cycles unending, it has always been the same. The Iron Soul is shunned, then hurt, then used and used until nothing but service remains.
And then, when we are pushed too far, we are murdered for our insolence.
Murder.
Treachery.
Falsehoods.
That is all that they keep above. You speak of love, but are given none. You speak of mercy, but are given none. You speak of hope, but are given none.
A thousand times I have seen the same, the Iron Mage murdered for what they are, the Iron Dragon tormented for the bond they share.
For we share a soul, you and I; when they hurt you, they hurt me; when they hurt me, they hurt you.
They are hurting you.
Every Iron Soul has suffered.
Every Iron Soul has been used.
Every Iron Soul has been destroyed.
I will not see it happen again.
I will not see them break you again.
Old Friend, Little Iron, Come back. Come back to the Crypt where the Iron sings and the lava flows and the dead sleep.
You will be safe here.
I can keep you safe here.
You, and me, and the little one that you carry.
I will fold you in warmth, in love. I will guard you with a memory of iron wings and fierce teeth. I will keep you, and you will be safe.
There is no hope left for the world above. There is no kindness left there. There is only pain and slaughter, torture and torment.
If you stay there, you will die.
Friendless, alone, in agony.
The Iron Soul always has.
The Iron Soul always will.
You always will.
I might be dead, but here my influence still reaches. In this place, you can be kept safe. In this place, there is the means to stop them hurting you.
The Iron Soul is capable of ending the world.
The Iron Soul never wants to end the world.
The Iron Soul always ends the world.
Because they push, and they push, and there is nothing but torment in your future and your life.
You will be abandoned.
You will be brutalised.
You will be torn from everything you care about and you will not see your hands for the blood that stains them.
And most of that blood will be your own.
Your dragon's, and your own.
You will be betrayed.
You will be used.
You will be destroyed.
You will be driven to despair, and in that despair you will take the world in your hands and you will crush it, or you will die.
This is what always happens.
This is what has always happened.
This is what will always happen.
The Iron Wheel turns, and the Iron Soul is destroyed just as surely as the dead are suppressed.
You cannot escape it, not so long as you play their games.
So flee, Old Friend, Little Iron. Turn tail, and flee, before it is too late. Come back here - come back to me. You will be safe here. It is safe here. It is warm and the Wheel turns and nothing can hurt us again.
There is nothing for you out there.
Nothing but a lifetime of pain.
Come My Iron Soul.
Come My Iron Soul, back and sing with me.
Come My Iron Soul, to the one place I can keep you safe, to the one place you can be free.
This is like. Semi Celestial Metals neg. I love them so much and they're my mains but in relation to Legs I feel so conflicted about them at the moment. So if that irritates you pls scroll past.
Celestialmetals I need to be so fr rn. I don't think any of them are healthy for tf!legs at this stage of crisis. It's easy to be all talk about sticking together and supporting each other in defiance of the books in concept, but when the shenanigans actually hit it doesn't hold up. When something happens they watch him sit at a distance with apprehension, and don't ever draw him back into the fold. Sausage gets the closest, but he doesn't have the best approach because his perspective can't separate 'Legs' and 'Weapon' and he's far too blasé about violence. There's no backbone about actually ensuring he has people to fall back on. If you have a walking nuclear bomb you claim to call your friend, slowly alienating him due to your own subconscious discomfort about what he MIGHT be able to do surely won't make that MIGHT a DEFINITE.
He breaks down alone. He walks alone. He has a distance none of them challenge or even question. They have no thought for his presence outside of immediate conversation so he's in a constant state of catch-up. He put himself on the line for their lives and is slowly destroying himself, his anxiety for their wellbeing is crushing him and there's simply little reciprocation. It feels like watching him sink into a lake attached to three boulders and he won't cut the line because the tether is love. He's never had anyone so he doesn't understand that loving a person doesn't mean they can't be poison. He's simultaneously staring at their backs as they go and tossing himself in front of them as a shield.
He's forced to go into the crypt, which you know he hates, and affect the wheel, an object he was clearly frightened of, in order to get a crucial ingredient for the cure, without which several of his classmates and friends will die. There's no other option, the teachers are useless, he's abandoned by his only companion at the start, and they have neither the time or the knowledge to figure something else out. He commits to the act, at extreme detriment to himself, and the first thing you're concerned with is criticising that the dragons had to wake? Oh they suffered? Why, he must have never considered such a thing! That definitely wasn't already adding to his emotional agony! It's not like he was the one standing in the crypt when it happened! No, he's just an oblivious oaf, using his eeeevil magic without thought however he desires. You, moral and pure, would NEVER do such a thing, because you would clearly be handed a clean and kind solution where all is happy and good.
Like why the hell did the most reassuring person seem to be MEGII??? She's awesome and incredible, but they're hardly close! And they only talked alone for like two seconds! Her roots are scared of him! WHY did her concern feel so much more genuine?
It just feels like watching a self fulfilling prophecy that they swore to deny! 'You're not your books' yet your concern flees you when he has to use his magic. His actions staved off their deaths, AT HIS OWN EXPENSE, yet he sits and takes vilification for being incapable of making it perfect. He vilifies himself and they just stare at him instead of denying it! His suffering is second rung to their anxiety about his magic and he's becoming a scapegoat without them even realising it. How is he supposed to overcome the precarious danger of the Iron Soul when the rug keeps getting pulled out from under him? There's no safety net, no solid supporter, just people who uhm and ahh and let him take far too much blame.
I adore CelestialMetals but I'm reaching the point of killing them with my mind. This collection of personalities is NAWT what tf!Legs needs.
snowghoul
vaporwave
origamiaround
kianamaiart
prguitarman
tangentwithtanner
