#thoughs

See for what I think

Spreading words

That never come out

See for what I think

An encrypted book

With its words fallen out

See for what I think

Therefore you’ll see me

Because I’m standing here

In silence but not within

•Liziane Passig•

There’s beauty in the unknown

Beauty far within

There’s beauty in love

And also in sin

There’s love in hate

And the other way.

Dear gods

Please let me have joy by my sins.

Please 2020 give me a break.

I need you by my side.

Please, please, let something good happen.

Maybe I am waiting for something that it is never gonna happen.

Life’s wack

Remember ladies and gentlemen this generation loves performative activism without actually doing anything themselves or for others.

I saw a post on someone criticizing the book “the art of seduction” by Robert Greene calling it manipulative and narcissistic.

Its all on how you interpret the book. Yes it can be interpreted that way because one of its teaching is that seduction is manipulation that can get you ahead in a subtle way but i think it actually says more useful stuff than that.

Examples are

• Dont speak too much - basically control yourself have a conversation without boring people and not letting them share their points and thoughts
• Dont be rigid - it is one thing to be someone serious and someone who makes you think “they must be fun at parties”
• Dont rush - exactly that dont rush getting to know someone. Dont force and rush relationships of any kind
• Enjoy the game - enjoy the journey of getting to know someone without having the outcome in your mind.

And the most important in my opinion: don’t be selfish. It says that seduction its not for you its for the other person. Its to make the other person feel seen, wanted, chased, and desired. You don’t pursue someone thinking on what are you going to get (that being sex money power or a relationship) you pursue someone initially because you want to know them.

With that in mind sure the book says questionable stuff at times but thats when you have to think on how you employ the information you are reading.

At Kings Cross Station they should sell pumkin juice and butterbeer - for all Muggels who never know about our Wizard-world. They have to taste the awesomeness :-D
Maybe they should sell Sweets from Hogsmead, too..

A very rambly and pretentious braindump ahead, or, how my Eivor x Basim obsession came to be:

Just attempting to scratch the itch of the paradoxical “impossibility” of non-canon ships.

Whenever I resonate with something on a level beyond anything I can control, I cannot help but daydream it in my own way. My most recent victim, Assassin’s Creed Valhalla, is no exception.

I am more than aware that Eivor x Basim is not canon, and with the way the whole narrative unfolded in the game, they will never be an item. And that is OK. This is where all the “what ifs” are born.

Here comes the powerful effect of experience, or rather, how individual experience shapes perception.

I played the mythological arcs of Valhalla very late within the game, waaaay after the Oxenefordscire, Cent and Suthsexe arcs. For 80% of the game, my reality of Basim was that he is a mysterious assassin of Arabic descent who lost everything and has a thirst for knowledge. That was enough for me to completely fall in love with him. To me, he felt complete in his lack of definition. Eivor, on the other hand, was my eyes through which I was experiencing this story, a strong yet vulnerable protagonist. I was reveling in how their differences were unfolding before each-other and uniting them. A dance between “come here” and “do not come any closer”.

Her: boisterous and caring

Him: concealed and protective

Albeit, a very selective view of their arc, especially considering the big picture, it became an unshakable reality for me. Time shapes reality, and with a game as lengthy as Valhalla, I had all the time in world to let this reality truly take shape.

After playing the mythological arcs, completing the whole game along with the the Animus anomalies, and checking out the prequel comic, I concluded that perhaps there was never a Basim to begin with, just little bits and pieces of a broken man lost in his sorrow. Pieces to be used as a façade, housing a shapeless rage not his own.

Yet here I am, rewinding time, holding on to that first experience. Putting these pieces together with depictions of embraces and kisses. Making sense of a memory. A man with his own rage, thoughts and dreams. A man I am drawing with great joy, along with whom I find completes him best.

Thinking more about this… isn’t this applicable to pretty much any character, really? We are some sort of parents, or… co-authors with each screenshot, drawing, video, or fanfiction we create. As long as there is someone watching, characters will continue to live beyond the form of media they were born into. Little copies, all equally real and valid, never truly the same as the original.

I am very thankful for how complex the story of Valhalla is. Without its subtlety and expansiveness, I never would have explored one of its dormant paths so obsessively ;)

I’m too invested in this, aren’t I? Thanks, college, for teaching me to read too much into the lives of fictional people XD.