I suppose my most immediate reaction to Guards! Guards! is that it has both an incredibly negative opinion of human nature, and a deep, fierce, compassionate conviction in the capacity of humans to know and do the right thing.
So I was tired and came up with headcanons on what the Mianite crew would be like if they were the next generation of gods for the next set of champions destined to save them from the void so here we go:
So Obviously once the gods are no more they’re probably going to leave their heroes to spread their ever-existing power all around the worlds and realms. They might even give them the powers that they are no longer able to use anymore, allowing the heroes to become the represented side of each one.
Tucker and Sonja are two halves of Mianite. They both play important roles in keeping the Overworld safe and protected while people build in it. They represent two different aspects of what it takes to build in Minecraft: Courage and Innovation. Tucker is the bravery of people building and crafting and exploring. He’s the guy that gives people pep talks before walking into deep caves at night. He holds his diamond sword high and his head even higher. He walks like a king among peasants. Sonja, on the other hand, is the innovation. She’s the mother of invention and creation, helping provide ideas and critiquing people’s works. She never steps away from a challenge, casting doubt to the side in favor of proving people wrong.
Tom is almost a perfect replica of what Dianite represents: destruction, death, despair to the unlucky fellow who ends up in his realm. He calls out monsters to rein Hell on everyone. He’s burnt villages down with just a torch. He’s killed hundreds with just one word. He’s a snake oil salesman, manipulating you into joining his ranks. He could cast a spell on you and you’d never notice it until you were oh so close to death. He will tell you everything you want to hear. The fire in his eyes grows stronger with each soul that’s damned to the Nether.
Deeper still is the End. The Endermen there shiver at even an utter of Jordan’s name. He’s the pinnacle of justice, of law, of neutrality. Just like Truth itself, he has multiple sides to him. Depending on the person, he will show every single other version of himself. He’s an irony in human form. Everything about his realm is symmetrical, reflecting the tone of both equality and tyranny. And if you ever meet him in person, you’ll find he has two different eyes: one is his original, a blue and brown swirl. The other is a deep purple, glistening, almost omnipotent, a blessing given to him by his fair lady Ianite…
You don't have to respond to this publicly: Trash, sometimes your nickname has me really worried. This is really personal but as a kid I was severely verbally abused by a parent. They used to call me trash in their first language and it's a deeply terrible insult. I have a hard time understanding why you would use that as your name. Because no one deserves to constantly refer to themselves as trash or human garbage even in "irony". I hope someday you find a better nickname that truly suits you.
It means a lot that you’re so worried about me, but I promise that I’m fine!
Back when I was on a competitive gaming team, one of my friends on the team jokingly called me “Trashlynn” instead of my actual name (Ashlynn) during a game. We all had a nice laugh over it, since that was my friend’s type of humor and I knew he didn’t mean it. That’s when I decided to call myself Trashlynn and “spite” his fake jab at me.
But once I joined the Overwatch fandom, people who saw the name “Trashlynn” on my Discord didn’t realize it was a play on my name Ashlynn. They would assume my name was just Lynn and that the “Trash” was tacked on as a nickname. That’s why I started going by Trash, which I don’t mind. I’ve got some real self-deprecating humor and like taking jabs at myself every now and again, mostly because I’m comfortable enough to do that.
I do like to make fun of myself to prevent anyone else from doing so first, but that’s a different can of worms and not why I go by Trash, so you have nothing to fear. I don’t mind folks calling me Trash, Ash, Lynn, Ashlynn, or whatever else they like, so if you don’t want to call me Trash, you can call me any of those names too!
(Also, I’m so sorry that you had to go through abuse by a parent. I’m in a similar boat and have been for just about my entire life, so I definitely feel for you. It’s really tough growing up in a toxic environment and I had a whole slew of insults fed to me when I was a kid. Awful stuff, man.)
A blinding light shone into the darkly lit bar when the door opened, and through it Lucifer entered. The door swung shut, ending his moment of angelic radiance. Dramatic lighting or not, he’s always looked radiating to you, whether it be from heavenly luminescence or raging hell fire.
His eyes connected with yours and he put on a boyish smile, one he only revealed to you. Your lips tried to return the gesture but they faltered at the edges. In a normal relationship it would be endearing for your boyfriend to show up at your workplace, but this was no ordinary partnership. He held all the power of an archangel and you, you worked in a sleazy bar with inhabitants that were sure to land themselves in Lucifer’s domain after their miserable lives had finally ceased.
Combine alcohol with any man desperate enough and you’ll end up with a brainless lust-filled prick. They guys in here weren’t worth more than the scum at the bottom of your shoes, but they tipped well. So, you found it in yourself to put up with their comments and greedy hands.
These things you had accepted but Lucifer was another story, and you wouldn’t be able to keep your job much longer if he couldn’t get things through his head.