I think the reason Magnús can’t sing is because he’d be a god if he could.
So when the Icelandic gods created him, they had to put one flaw in him otherwise Magnús would be as powerful as them and the gods didn’t want a mortal to have all that power, so they made him a terrible singer.
I freaking ADORED that the Kalagang sex scene was not as explicit as the others on the show. I LOVED that Kala wore her lingerie/nightgown the entire time because it is so TRUE to her character. It’s what made the scene 100% more hot in my opinion. It was soo beautifully shot because they were in Wolfgang’s room but at the same time in the pool (if that wasn’t their thing before, we can all agree it is now) and they were just MAGNIFICENT together. Tina and Max have so much chemistry I am in awe everytime I see them on my screen. Also- it was charged with so many EMOTIONS… God, I was entranced.
Sense8 really needs to win some kind of price because the editing/acting etc is so on point OH MY GOD.
this flowers instead of gems thing is so cool… some Thoughts from someone who likes flower symbolism too much
if we have a half flower/half human hero, she should be a daisy! they represent innocence, purity and cheerfulness, all of which are great traits for a kid hero. also, daisies are technically weeds but everyone loves them anyway which is Symbolic.
you also get big daisies and small daisies. so her mum is a big daisy but she’s a small daisy!
i think a rose probably has to be a major character… like maybe i’m going too much off rose quartz from su here but “every rose has its thorns” so making rose betray the group somehow would be cool… i’d make her either a red rose (the obvious), a yellow rose (betrayal and dishonesty!!), or a white rose (when dried this means “sorrow” which is very interesting).
nettles can mean life and death, or they can mean protection if you believe shakespeare… so here’s a character that joins the good guys later. probably a warrior-type with that sting.
a violet could be good. i’m mostly thinking “gay” here. but a purple violet can also mean daydreaming, so she could be a really cute spacey gay…
the flowers are ruled by queen sunflower. or at the very least, sunflowers should be super high-class, just look at em.
someone suggested lily of the valleys being high class and like - why not all lilies? orange lilies can mean desire, passion or hatred which would be a really cool villain concept!
there’s two unnatural rose colours which have meanings, blue (the impossible, mysteries) and black (death, farewell), both of which could be kinda cool backstory characters. technically black roses do exist irl but they are really fucking rare.
lavender means both “devotion” and “distrust”, which… like. hello. that right there is your character arc.
okay there’s a flower called bird of paradise and it means things like magnificence and beauty and honestly this is just asking for a character with petal-wings and a whole lotta style.
the iris symbolises wisdom and eloquence, which could lend itself well to a mentor-type figure.
there’s a flower called lobelia which just straight up means “malevolence” like wow…
like we need a proper tag for this because i have So Many Thoughts
Anonymous said: Oh damn! More possessive!hero prompts plzzzz!
Anonymous said:Oooooooh! I like the role reversals where the villain is the hero’s prisoner! More prompts like that please!
Anonymous said:Some prompts about how a hero has gotten so out of control that they have to be stopped by the villain? Thank you very much!!
Anonymous said:You did a prompt a little while ago about the hero with unstable powers and how the villain found out about them; do you think you could maybe do a couple prompts about the villain either exploiting this weakness or helping them with it? Thank you for your time!
1) “Leave them,” the hero said. “I have to do this on my own.” Most would find that noble, self-sacrificing, but from their panting vantage point the villain could see the shine of fervour, of obsession, lasered in the hero’s eyes that so mirrored their own. It would have been insulting if anyone else got involved. Not part of the game. They’d been chasing each other for so long now, playing cat and cat. This wasn’t about heroism. The only difference between hero and villain was who got to tell the story.
2) It was a sort of agony, waiting for the two of them to be left alone. The villain wasn’t quite sure when exactly they started reading ‘alone’ with the hero as a dangerous situation - once upon a time they’d laughed at the thought of the hero even being considered a threat. But they were dangerous. Their forgiveness, their salvation, was dangerous. Suffocating. There was no way to fight against mercy, to snarl against kindness, when the weight of gratitude bowed the villain’s head as heavy a ball and chain around their neck. When they knew damn well that the hero was the only thing standing between them and the retribution of a lot of furious people. The worst part? The hero knew it too. And alone, just the two of them, there was no crowd to hide in bluffing and pretending otherwise. And staying alive meant playing nice.
3) Everyone watched the hero in horror as their powers spiralled, wrenched howling out of the chest. The villain lunged. They toppled, skidded, scrabbling. Nothing dignified to it. “Now, now. Stop trying to take my job - take a few deep breaths.”
4) “You have to stop me,” the hero begged. The power lurched violently out of their hands. Their shoulders shook. The magic ate at them, nibbled on them, slashed into the walls. The villain watched the destruction, the devastation, with a hungry and unconcealed delight. “Is this you admitting I’m the only person in the world who could get you on a leash?” They ducked the next swing of power, laughing. Really quite enamored with this savage, magnificent, thing. So sue them, they had always had a weakness for power, and the hero liked to play the role of sheep so very well normally. The villain wet their lips and moved closer, lashing out with their own equal and matching power. Much more controlled, though. Not being scared of one’s own darkness did tend to lend a certain control that frightened light didn’t. “This is me saying you’re going down with me if we don’t get this under control!” the hero snapped. But the villain heard the ‘please’ in their tone quite beautifully.
5) “Come at me.” The hero gaped. The villain raised their brows and made a beckoning gesture. “Come on, you need to let some of that tension out. A way of venting. It’s why your power keeps exploding, you spend too much time trying to control it. Let go. I can handle you, trust me.” “Trust you? I’m not that stupid.” “You’d rather lash out at your friends?” The hero faltered, and then pounced.
6) “You can’t just keep me!” “Why not?” the hero leaned in, and flashed a smile. “You’re the one that kept telling me to be more like you, baby.” The villain fumed, cheeks flushed.
7) “You’re up to something.” “Are you jealous that I’m spending time with someone other than you?” The villain flashed a smirk. Expected to watch their enemy fluster, squirm, unable to bear any such insinuation. They didn’t expect to watch their eyes darken as the hero took several steps closer, tossing a smirk right back. “And what if I was jealous?” the hero asked softly. “What then?” The villain froze. They didn’t have a plan of attack prepared for this.
8) “I created you,” the hero murmured. They looked truly sorry about that, agonized, but there was a hint of steel. “I reckon I can uncreate you too.” “No one’s going to let you just - just -” “You’re a criminal. A monster. I could break you into a million pieces and put you back together again and they would call it rehabilitation. Reformation. A success.” The villain swallowed. Bit back the ‘will you?’ as if voicing the mere thought might give it power. “You won’t do that,” they tried for bravado. “That would make you too much like me.” They stared at each other, each trying to puzzle where the lines were in this new world.