After rewatching Moana a couple of times (maybe twelve or something idk whatever don’t judge me) my best friend (@elisekova) and I stumbled onto a pretty dark but undeniably plausible plot theory.
The ocean crashes her boat in the storm (and onto Maui’s island) and intentionally neglects to save her. Why? Because it needed her to die.
Outside of the anthropomorphic nature of the ocean (which can be explained away by the ancient power of an ageless entity able to transcend planes) and the “Bang the drum” scene with granny (which is more of a hallucination that could have been sent from the spirit world) there is no proof of magic or monster prior to meeting Maui. Possible reason? Because all the monsters and magic exist on a limenal plane. A sort of purgatory, if you will. Like a purgatory where someone such as Maui may have been stuck for 1000 years. And how does one get to purgatory, you ask?
Moana’s death explains quite a bit, not just about her ability to see and touch the spirit of her grandma (“If you are ready to go home, I will be with you.”) as well as travel to lands no mortal should be able to travel to (aka that crazy portal jump to Lalotai), but it explains away her ability to withstand things that should otherwise be damaging or fatal to a human. Again, Lalotai, Tomatoa, the Kakamora fight, and especially the definitely would-be-fatal blast in their first fight against Takka. Among others.
Even Maui proclaims that he would, “never make this journey with a mere mortal,” but then turns around and makes it anyway. Perhaps he realizes she’s no longer quite mortal, so to speak.
Basically, in order to do all these things, survive all these creatures from a noticeably “other” world or plane, Moana had to exist on that plane as well. The only way to achieve that being the undisclosed sacrifice of her life. A sacrifice repaid in full by Tefiti once Moana returns her heart.
Maui has already told us that Tefiti’s heart carries the ability to “create life itself.” So what better way to thank Moana for giving up her life, then to give it back. Along with a fancy ride to take back to her plane and her family.
It can even be argued that the heart is a beacon for life, not just glowing brighter and beating stronger as it gets closer to Tefiti, but keeping Moana in the In-Between. When Moana gives the heart back to the ocean, her vision of the spirits (granny as well as all the past voyagers) becomes much stronger. The moment it’s back in her hand, everything seems normal again. Like Moana is closer to life than she is to crossing over.
Perhaps Moana wasn’t even aware of her death, “waking up” exactly where she needed to be, in the presence of the Demi-god she needed to lead. Or perhaps she was aware, taking every impossible obstacle in stride because of it. Either way, she follows her path and returns the heart, her only purpose in the aftermath of her death. Possibly even adding to her inability to turn around and go home when given the chance.
All this also gives much stronger meaning to the line in the final song: “I have crossed the horizon to find you.” It also puts weight in Maui’s tearful goodbye, knowing that in many ways, he can not follow her back. As a hawk guarding her sky, but no more. And once she returns, the symbol of Tefiti is no longer present on any of the boats, and with the symbol, that final link to the spirit world is gone.
Long story short, Moana may have gone a liiiiiiittle ways past the reef.
If these skins are based off what I think they are, and I know they are.
I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY:
To quote my mother: “This isn’t even a Yoruba Masquerade, They took and Igbo Masquerade and gave him flip flops.”
Masquerades are sacred beings that represents spirits in our culture and they are to be revered and respected. Of course we know that humans are in there but you never see someone putting on the costume right?
To SEE that a human is dressed as a Masquerade breaks the illusion of what they are and is frowned upon.
While my family is Igbo and Akande is Yoruba I spoke to my mothers about if this sort of thing is okay. It’s not. Yoruba people may handle their Masquerades differently than an Igbo person but I showed her these pictures and she said, like i quoted above, that is an Igbo Masquerade.
I have loved the amount of research, time and care that Blizzard has put into Akande but this one of the fears POCs have when other people take on their cultures but i know for Nigeria tbh DO NOT TOUCH OUR SPIRITS. Not only is it bad that they put the costume on him in general but it looks like they mixed up the tribes and that honestly is just as if not more insulting.
Igbo and Yoruba people have enough to deal without their cultures being used interchangeably.
There are an estimated 3000+ tribes in the entire continent of Africa and over 500 in Nigeria, please do not continue this harmful delusion that all Africans are the same, especially when you want to use our cultures for whatever purposes you see fit.
Six-year old Mahiru Shirota meets a man named Kuro in the mountains behind his uncle’s vacation house in the province. Mahiru befriends Kuro and finds out that he is a spirit, who when touched by a human, will disappear forever. Mahiru promises to keep that in mind, and they share many of his summer breaks together. Mahiru grows into adolescence, just as he struggles with the need to touch Kuro, who is in fact, also facing the same feelings.
What have I been doing with the past few days? Well, you’ve seen the bunch I’ve been posting- and NOW THIS. Redraws!! xDDD If you haven’t watched the movie, I suggest you do. It’s very heartwarming and heart-wrenching and you’re gonna wanna see how it goes (especially with these two in mind? //kicked). Ahhh… the 6th picture always gets to me!!
Anyways… Hopefully we get internet soon. It’s annoying having to go to a computer shop to check Tumblr. Unfortunately I cant check Discord or Line there too… so… //sigh. IAMCLOSETORAGING—
“Uhm, excuse me?”, you asked a young girl passing by you while juggling
a bunch of pears without touching them. It amazed you how openly those kids
used their powers, as if they weren’t peculiar in any way. Well, they weren’t
at this school, you reminded yourself. The girl stopped and eyed you curiously.
“Would you mind telling me where I can find Professor Xavier’s office?”, you
asked and smiled.
“It’s down the hall, to the left.”, she responded and turned around to
pick up a pear she had dropped.
“Thanks.” Your heels loudly hit the floor as you walked past doors
behind which you could feel the presence of students and teachers, children and
adults. You were neither, you thought, and still, you were here. Right now you
were just looking for someone to tell you how to use your abilities. You were
hoping the Professor could maybe provide you with some information.