raapustus

About brotherly love and genres

I rewatched Dragons for the umpteenth time, and I honestly can’t understand how people can watch it and think that Hanzo didn’t/doesn’t love Genji.

“ The Dragon of the South Wind had triumphed, but as time passed and he realized his solitude. The sweetness of victory turned to ash. “

“ For years the bereft Dragon’s grief threw the world into discord and he knew only bitterness and sorrow. “

They had a bloody falling out because of the clan and family traditions, but Hanzo regretted and grieved so much all he had gained and had turned meaningless. He had been wandering aimlessly, fallen from grace and power into endless grieving. 

“Seeking power I killed my brother, but without him, I am lost." This is from the framing story, but a direct quote from the Dragon of the South-Wind, Hanzo’s avatar. These are his honest feelings.

And from Hanzo’s own mouth about Genji to the “Assassin”: “You are not worthy to say his name!”

I have to geek out a bit now because this short is a brilliant mix of textual genres: There is the direct presentations of Hanzo’s annual prayers for Genji, and then there’s the “Legend of Two Dragons” told by the narrators, a fairy tale. 

The genres are told apart in the visual media through different animation style, and the fairy tale is told through the narrator while the 3D animated presentation is showed to us via visuals and dialogue from the characters.

What I find interesting is what the fairy tale as a genre gives us thematically. Fairy tales are simple, moralistic stories with archetypal characters that have little depth. We know the story isn’t random because it’s there together with the rest of the short and thus gives us a different perspective to the Shimada brothers and their relationship. Symbolically it’s their backstory as an “ancient legend”, but told as such maybe also because it’s a distant memory, a youthful mistake or just something that is so full of emotion that the genre of a fairy tale can communicate those emotions in an almost naivistic way. This also allows us to take the story and the lines from the avatar dragon as clear and truthful representations of Hanzo’s feelings, even those he himself seems to be unwilling to face (Genji accuses him of “telling himself that it was your duty”, and both the story and Hanzo’s situation are of someone stuck in the past and unwilling to heal.)

Questions that the Legend of Two Dragons leave us is how is it the one their Father supposedly told them if it’s what happened to Hanzo and Genji in their youth later. Is it about the same story at all? Or is the narrator just lying about that in order to tell his story like this, and the bed-time story is just a meaningless framing device? Or is a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy, a true legend that their Father told them in warning but Hanzo and Genji ended up not learning the moral of the story?

Go and figure. 

In conclusion, Shimada brothers have conflicted, difficult and bloody history, but they loved each other, and killing Genji destroyed Hanzo mentally. Their falling out was clearly a tragedy, one that has set them both in disarray and only mending their bond and accepting themselves as they are will bring them peace.

And since we have talked about fairy tales, the moral of the story is brought on by the following notion: “ You have inflicted wounds upon yourself, but now you must heal.“ Self-acceptance and healing are a matter of choice. You just have to get to work.

Hitlerin cossaamisesta

Edelliseen pieneen päivitykseeni liittyen, eräässä cosplayn FB-ryhmässä keskusteltiin cossaamisesta ja siitä, mitä saa cossata. Eräs cossaaja oli menneessä conissa tai tapahtumassa cosplannut Hitleriä. 

Perusteluina cossaajalla oli että 
-hän rakastaa historiaa
-univormu on kiva
-hän ei ole natsi eikä pidä natseista
-tietää että tulee paskamyrsky

Niin no, paskamyrsky oli ehkä hieman ansaittu tässä tapauksessa. Omasta mielestäni Hitlerin cossaaminen osoittaa aika huonoa makua ja tilannetajun puutetta. 

Kyllä, on totta, että Hitler ei ole maailman ainoa paha ihminen, ja joo, voihan ihminen vetää ylleen jopa natsiunivormun cossausmielessä ilman, että hän on natsi koska voihan cossaaja pukeutua kentauriksikin olematta kuitenkaan kentauri. Silti itsensä Hitlerin cossaaminen on hieman ja vähän enemmänkin, kuin hieman harmaalla alueella. Jos näen Hitler-cossaajan, en revi sylki vaahdoten häntä cossistaan, mutta mielessäni kyllä ajattelen, että valinta osoittaa huonoa makua. 

Miksikö?
Useammastakin syystä. 

-Coneissakin voi tulla vastaan jengiä, jonka sukulaiset joutuivat kärsimään Hitlerin ja hänen joukkojensa takia. Juutalaiset harrastavat myös cossausta ja coneilua, samoin jehovan todistajat, sateenkaariväki ja kehitysvammaiset, ja kaikki nämä olivat. Minä taas olen Lapista, ja arvatkaa, mitä natsit siellä tekivät? Polttivat kaiken. Näistä tapahtumista ei ole edes niin hirveän kauan. 


-Uusnatsismi ja rasismi ovat vakavia yhteiskunnallisia ilmiöitä. Cossajaalle ei voi antaa “vapaudut vastuusta”-korttia vain sen takia, koska cosplay. Pukeutumalla Hitleriksi tai natsiksi, voi pahimmillaan antaa oikealle uusnatsille tekosyyn pukeutua aatteensa mukaisesti. 

- Sanon taas taikasanan, joka on konteksti. Konteksti tarkoittaaa asian esiintymisympäristöä, taustatekijöitä.  Olisi nimittäin eri asia cossata natsia vaikkapa Iron Sky-elokuvasta, koska Iron Sky on komediaa, joka näyttää natsit humoristisessa valossa. Huumori ja pilkan tekeminen ovat yksi keino vastustaa natseja ja natsismia: natseista tehdään naurunalaisia ja näin näytetään, etteivät heidän tekonsa tai aatteensa ole hyväksyttäviä. Hitleriä ei voi irroittaa kontekstistaan sanomalla “tykkään vain historiasta.” Hitler henkilönä edustaa monia kamalia asioita: sortoua, vainoa, kansamurhaa. On edelleen ihmisiä, jotka ihannoivat Hitleriä ja tämän aatteita. Ei tästä voida itisanoutua sillä että “tykkään historiasta, siksi cossaan tätä.” 

Ja jos todella tykkää historiasta, niin pitäisi tietää, miksi ihmiset eivät välttämättä tykkää tästä cossista. 

-Ei ole todellakaan sama asia cossata kaikkia historian henkilöitä. Joku jo vertasi Hitlerin cossaamista Jeesuksen cossaamiseen. No, ovathan myös Nalle Puh ja Akakabuto molemmat karhuja, mutta eivät todellakaan samanlaisia karhuja. Taas konteksti on eri. Jeesus ja Hitler kuuluvat kyllä kumpikin luokkaan “Historian henkilöt” mutta Jeesuksen ydinsanoma oli rakkaus, tasa-arvo ja yhdenvertaisuus. Hitlerin taas “Juutalaiset ovat pahoja, arjalainen rotu rulaa, tapetaan kaikki arvottomat ihmiset.” 

-Kukaan ei oikeastaan voi tietää, ettei cossaaja oikeasti tykkää natseista. Useat cossarit valitsevat hahmonsa sen perusteella, että hahmot merkitsevät jotain heille itselleen. Näin ollen on ihan pätevä tulkinta, että Hitleriä cossaava ihminen saattaa ihan oikeasti tykätä Hitleristä tai ihannoida tätä. 

Omasta mielestäni tämä on todella sekava raapustus, mutta annettakoon anteeksi, minua nimittäin väsyttää pitkä päivä teatterilla. 



A threat to my spark [TFP, MegOp, G]

A/N: Did you mean: sick mind and out of his head. 

This was hard since now I have to BS my way to their relationship, but hey, let’s throw this into the same verse as Soft things. Wounded is the same as being ill, I hope. o_O;

Thank you for the prompt! Also, thank you for reading and appreciating my work. It means a lot to me. 

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A threat to my spark


A Decepticon warship had just dropped out of light speed in the cover behind Jupiter’s second moon, only a few hundred miles away from the Autobot ship hovering there as well. No distress signal was sent out and no alarm sounded, so the crew on the bridge assumed that the scouting flight had went according to plan. The communications officer received a transmission listing their damages, a draft of a mission report and the number of wounded, but the status given was green with everything under control and no immediate assistance needed.

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Scheduled love [Overwatch, shimadacest, T]

A/N: Here’s a little snippet of a fic I’m writing. Hanzo and Genji try to make some time for themselves and keep their secret while at it.

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Hanzo stepped out of the taxi three blocks away and walked the rest of the way to the hotel. He walked the street like he wasn’t up to anything but the regular everyday business but a block away from the hotel he dodged into the alleys and slinked to his destination through the back so he could avoid even the moderately lit, narrow parking spaces discreetly shielded from the mainroad.

Checking into a love hotel was shady enough in itself but Hanzo never stopped feeling grateful for the practice that was in place. In Hanamura alone there were dozens upon dozens of love hotels in business and he seldom visited the same place twice, and the chance to choose so freely and without a clear routine or a pattern forming put his mind at ease. Sometimes it felt like love hotels were in business especially for him.

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World-building Cybertron: Gladiator romance novels

I love world-building and I have tons of headcanons that have nothing to do with anything but are just funny and cool things I’d like to add. This post is about a sub-genre of Cybertronian novels that I named “gladiator romance”, where true love is priceless and the object of the hero’s affection has nothing else to give.

Semi-academic musings about true love below:

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Battleforged [TF Armada, MegOP, G]

A/N: @bonnini here you go! I wrote some Armada verse for you because Armada has its own thing going on and it needs more love.

Some other stuff got into this too because I can’t control myself. Unicron Trilogy Megatron and Optimus are star-crossed lovers and no one will ever take it away from me.

[AO3]

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Battleforged 

The still transforming shape of Unicron loomed over Cybertron and it could be seen from the observation deck of the Autobot space ship. Before it had looked like a regular moon, but now that it was slowly awakening and transforming it had started to warp the space around it as if it weighed down the fabric of reality there and all light escaped the dent it left there. 

Optimus and Megatron stood alone and side by side on the observation deck and beheld the Chaos-Bringer. The silence between them was an odd mixture of comfortable and alien, it lingered there like between old friends and yet they had never been silent and still in each other’s company before. It felt awkward solely because they both felt like that was what it should have felt and yet it didn’t. 

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The road is dark and the night is long [reaper76, Overwatch, M]

My reaper76 BigBang fic is finally out! [Ao3]
Art provided by: @lauraelyse [x

Warnings: graphic violence, torture, psychological trauma
Total wordcount: 52k
Chapter: 1/10

Summary:  After Reaper’s identity is revealed Morrison can’t close his eyes from it again. It breaks him, and feeling responsible for someone who stood by his side for so long Soldier 76 tracks his estranged partner down.

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Chapter 1: Things that are meant to be

Fate and burn-outs were two concepts Jack Morrison had rejected from his world view.

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